Lyrics:
this bitch the night before Christmas
Baby made my hitlist Christmas night
She let a nigga hit by Christmas lights
This bitch was tight, just my type
that's a snitch
And straight choke em
In blood we soak em
Ain't no joke
I love to make a mothafucka buckel
Give a sign and watch my boys rush you
In
over ya, nice knowing ya
[Chorus x2]
[Frank V]
Holla at your boy Frank V when I'm rolling through your area
But not too loud 'cause you know that I
over ya, nice knowing ya
[Chorus x2]
[Frank V]
Holla at your boy Frank V when I'm rolling through your area
But not too loud 'cause you know that I
that split you and detach you
Give you new perspective on something you couldn't latch to
In that moment the earth stood like a statue
The lonely grape
abundant yeah
well they want protection
but they don't want certification
(what happened jay?)a little boy got shot
a car commits a drive by
do we want this
clad in black
Lonely star tattooed upon her back
Double Tex, she'll hit you like a truck
Double Tex and she'll mess you up
Texas said
This could be my
haal ik allebei
Anders is er eentje lonely
Dan swag ik allebei, ik noem het dubbel ice
We hebben slechte shit gedaan
Maar we hebben never spijt
Veel shit
get lonely, I'm human
And boy it's been a minute
Fresh out the states
Surrounded by women that wanna hit it
But should I take the pussy just
Cause I
for real
This shit be givin me chills im by my lonely
Cause all these rap niggas phoney
New niggas dare they won't clone me
Don't need no homies
I need
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
Eyes wide open, pupils like dimes
Mama's little boy is on the ride of his life and it's alright
Mind over body, body over mind
It really doesn't
of Houston
Lonely as I am, together we ride
[Happy P]
These motherfuckers be hating on me, and they hating on us
Cause our city's moving up, it's over what
30 frat boys walk in collars popped
40 bangers walk in the collars drop
they stomped, its a romp
they about to call in the cops
then i come
phony
You not really my homie (homie)
Had to tell you, "Leave me lonely"
I don't really care that's the old me (oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh)
I don't ask no
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