Lyrics:
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me
I'm with 38 baby, my neck see more water than the navy
I was finna fuck your bitch my nigga then I got lazy
I
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me
shit, these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick, shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
since
12 or whatever
Can I get bail or will I motherfuck myself?
Well I'm off to The Land with
A hand full of balls, that's all
Just some of my dogs Mo!
your hands be Providence to me
And like Divine help comes to me
Quench my thirst when I'm thirsty
Animals know what I mean
When fleeing Fate's cruel
cheese
I put the techs through your
Window like a parking fee
Test me like a sample
I pull out the drums and kick him to the 808
I do what I want day
and say you bet not go to sleep without me
Lay head on my lap and close your eyes so you can peep the silence
Love it when you beat it up but right now you
niggas runnin' up
Now lay it down for me
Foreign cars for all solid broads that I know
I drive through and slide all these bum bitches McDonald's
I'm
Now lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take, Jah
Father God you a hear
make a movie with it just to get my point across,
Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force,
Mommy, come join the boss,
Stick your tongue out
your out for the night
So I'd dry my eyes so she didn't see me cry
And go and make sure that she's alright
But she would lock herself in her bathroom
told me the flow getting nice
But baby my heart really hurt
He wasn't een rolling no dice
And 12 put my bro ona shirt
She forgot to signal her right
So
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
see why like JoJo
Ha, ho hate me just by lookin' at my photos
Punk ass bitch, I don't want your life (punk ass bitch)
I don't want your nigga, no, we
1-2, 1-2-1-2-3, I'm the emcee called Ice-T
That's DJ Evil E, Islam creates the beats
You girls look so sexy
I wish you all were up here with me
You
send my love
In your direction
I don't know
What lays ahead, but I will be
Right by your sides
Yes, both of them
Weeks and years are filled with endless
two hands prepared myself a toast
To some I'm like a ghost
Nigga see me if you see me
I promise I will pop up on your tv
The flow is Fiji
I promised
girls are trouble too
Next time a guy try to give you a play just turn your head and dis him and walk away
Excuse me ice cream tee
Hello how do you do
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goddess body with gold hands
Father sins, send his twins into the underworld
The legendary, I weapon carry for same goals
My Februarys is necessary
I know you
Doing this shit by myself, can't put my Future in your hands, i don't trust my Friends, i don't give a damn, i don't trust My fam, put my
my hand and all your worries go away right now
There really ain't shit to be scared about
How you feel, makes me real
Now I don't feel invisible
I
you found yourself
Trust me (trust me)
Trust me
All you gotta do is trust me baby
Yeah
Home from work
Every day on time
You've got your hand in
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