Lyrics:
Dont you wanna
Talk about it a lil bit
Floss for a lil bit
'Cause i'm just getting right into the thick of it
Here's a story, guess who's telling it
back up to this soldier boy and I said
"Soldier boy, is he, is Mr Garfield?" and he said, "Yeah, he's gone"
Gonna lay him by that cold lonesome branch
of my size
Mr. Big out the west, I get em gone on the nawf
I got love on the East, you know I'm plugged in the south
Since a jit I been getting in
don't fly with that foreplay, all them eyes
Lil' mama don't forget I'm Mr. Ring around the Rosé
Nigga fuck with me I bring your ting around the Rosé
to coast from the east to the west side
Let's slide
Let's ride
Sippin' on a dirty fanta when I jet by
That's right
Baby let's ride
And I gotta bad chic on my
can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I
by that store i cant let em tax us
My name speak for itself so i dont gotta talk folk i dont gotta act tough!
Cause if i say the word youngins swerve
see the dots on your head niggas is walking and don't know they're dead
Hoe I'll hold you down by your neck face on the ground let me drip on your flesh
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
cheap we know that but my niggas they gon ride
Ain't no hide and seek everybody up that fye
You ain't really outside you be in by 9
Yeah, I'm with DB
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
killing our own, that's why we gotta to stick together
I be damned if we don't fight, we've got to try this shit together
Dear Mr. President, you're
Master, here we go
Take the keys and let me drive
Call the garden and let it know it's gonna grow
To fill up your eyes
Taking Mr. K for a ride
we all gon' die
Baby lets go take a ride
Way
Way
Way up In The sky
Don't let life pass you by
This ones for my guys
Yeah it's a test you see
We
let me show you where I hand to hussle at
Come take a ride let me show you where I popped pistols at
Come take A ride wit A real life OG I done It all
and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva' sleep
Aye
We gon' ride
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
many friends
But who gon
Ride
Ride
Yea you got a gun
But will you
Ride
Ride
If you not the one
You still gon
Ride
Ride
Imma air it out
And then we gonna
a drive-by
Ride by, kill 'em like a drive-by
Drive by in a Wrath, nigga, big dog
Shot the bitch all in the face, then I told her wipe off
Then I had
[Mr. Lil One]
What's up Dawg
[Mr. Shadow]
What's up
[Mr. Lil One]
You back up in here again
[Mr. Shadow]
Yes
{Mr. Lil One]
You see that board
let her down
Shawty got that water like the Pacific Ocean some reason I wanna drown
She ain't with all the games so bout Lil Shawty I can never play
Why you step up in this bitch without no handgun
I got two twin shooters with some Jordan on
It's a fucking body bag for him
Let's put that mag
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