Lyrics:
could
Take two
Kenny kinda sick with the break loops
Yeah you know we staying in stayin' recluse
Craft another riff homie why you so stiff
Let them legs
to, with a lotta mouth
Perks make me fuck her till I sleep sleep
Got a whole lotta money, and I'm geek geeked
Shauty ride that, real geek freak
Fat
we gonna lay up And leave them in the streets
We know you love these beats Pro stream by any means
Together, two of the greatest things You heard
the house want LPG
we doing some damage in the cabbage causing static
grab my automatic and let these putos have it
we these LPG's and we in the club getting
Bad bitch ina' coupe
Ridin' by the two
Know i keep that bag on me
Ride round' keep that mask on me
Yeah I know you want it honey
You ain't gotta ask
you can dead it
You know that I got you right
Let's get on a private flight (I)
Baby girl I could leave earth today or tomorrow
So I need you by my side
them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister, if crime is an art
Then let me paint a picture I'm gone
Kodak can't even frame the riddler
bellyin and not achy
These issues keep me with pistols for safety
I got plans that the cops ain't included in
And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in
or right
I refuse to let you go
Give me this words you know the sound i like
Hop in my ride you choose the space tonight
Come do those things you know
in an old abandoned bar, found laced by the loop itself
full of dust, and the heart shot by a gun
steady hand, tight waist
let's jump harder woah
to me, watch your lil' tone
I just made eight hundred thousand off two or three shows (let's go)
How you pull up in two or three hoes?
What's the memo,
this evening
Don't mean to interrupt your flow
Had to stop by to let you know
In the words of Andre 3000
If you ain't the one with the throwed tie
out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol
over here please, that's two more now, we're losing him (let's go) (help me)
Okay, respond, we're losing this guy (help me)
Where's the, where's
over here please, that's two more now, we're losing him (let's go) (help me)
Okay, respond, we're losing this guy (help me)
Where's the, where's
candy wet Moe - yo
Said a Moe
Big Moe ride down the four
Y2K with my headlights on
Crossin through the Yellowstone
Bout to scoop me a yellow bone
we comin' from North side
That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin' "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old-heads, sold
on a nigga
Sounds easier to me than counting backwards from two
Bring the hood peace, you expect it by the Benzes
Shell catch an iron, you ain't pressured
ride two type of shit, you heard me?
Check this out
Sick man grinding hard, hard to switch lanes
Aviators, sleep-deprivated, ain't ate in six days
first I gotta,
Um, vest check, uncheck, clip one check, clip two check, I'm set.
So let a motherfucker move a muscle.
When I tussle, they'll be
pistol
Fo Fo wanna ryde and smoke till the day comes
And we ain't lookin' fo beef unless ya make some
Taste them ho's
And let the 20 inch rim roll
I'm
nigga fucked your friends (Friends)
But it's cool though
Out there chasing who knows
Living two lives now I know you not down to ride
But I tried with you
this life with me
Ii tease you come and have some fun with me
Show me that you love me
Show me that you ride for me
Show me that you care
Show me that
ride out
Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)
Back to this ride shit
Liph on his passenger side shit
You know
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