Lyrics:
die in real life
Don't play me
AR-15's, I can show you shit in HD
Real street nigga
Look both ways before you cross me
Slimy, rugrat, dinosaur, repty
I'm the cnswer why we talking practice
In Hollywood fucking on an actress
Get the money, stuff it in a mattress
Count it forwards, sideways,
bags too
I think you should know you can get wacked too
Pinkie ring splash like a swimmin' pool
King Pluto, might as well nail me to the cross
All I
Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)
Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)
Put a crown on your head and remove
I'm on that Molly tripping(Yeah)
Nigga jaw crooked(UH)
Liquor in my system big choppa imma cook em'(Cook em')
Pussy hiding from me(Uh)
Know we out here
liquor in your cup
Fucking you up
Hang over the banister
You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain
Ain't no love, you only love
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
Rattpack, lil' mo')
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
Throw a subliminal, put your women in black dress
They was in Timberlands I was reppin' them Nike boots
me to the paper like inside of a pencil
Came from the trenches, and now I hold a mic (Mike) like Pence's, neck on Jan. 6th like it was a rigged
he took it all
If I see him in the mall yea there's finna be a brawl
Next time I cross ya I'll cross you like Killian
4L Gang reppin baptize you again
(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL-
Mike WiLL Made-It)
We strapped up like the Taliban, my hood something like Afghanistan
And I just put some cheese
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
Mike, I'm sorry babe, but that's not on our playlist
And by the way, you sound great over the phone
Anyway, if you'd give us your request
We'll be
the water Mike Phelps
Sipping the liquor top shelf (Yeah)
We gonna certify step
You heard that running now
the benz cross county for some guap, plenty za, my lung is limitless
Mix exotic with gin and tonic, yo top 10 in my optics
Hen and hpnotiq, that hulk, taught
stretch fentanyl
Don't wanna rap, still gon' get that backend
Rich hoe attraction, can't fit by trappin'
Waitin' on bro for to tap in
Just for to go get
pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
And put my body in the lost and found
You with the business, then bust off a round
It's like the passions
Sucker punch somebody on a sidewalk
Car jack an old lady at a red light
Pull a gun on the owner of a liquor store
You think it's cool, well, act
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
shit, history repeats itself
Once in a big 'ol summer holidays, my friends had set me
To jump off the first floor from the balcony
(GERONIMO!)
Well, I'm
it girl
What you want to do
Don't take me for a fool
I'll take you by the pool to swim in you
Then let my swimmers loose
I'm like beetle juice
Feed me
keep yea tool. So much violence in these streets it rarely make the news. No Law nigga ain't nobody playin by the rules. I just want the penthouse come
And this to me will say
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here is your sister, Kate
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by
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