Lyrics:
yey
Nu mi se inchide portofelu de la cash
Ai avut datorii la mine si tu ai dat dash
Wow, rainbow machine gun la brau, wow
Zici ca sunt Rambo
Sunteti
boys for the corner
Passer-by want to collect her number
Ooo' my baby get yawa
Baby fish weh dey like shawarma
Ghetto girl weh dey form lekki
Passer-by
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
be?
Nigga kept playin now i gotta dump my weapon
Lace up nigga we finna get to steppin
Got like 4 burners on me
I aint talking guns im talkin money
Vee
leads to your demise
In a pit no surprise
All just end the same fuck your lies
Battled this monster inside all my life
By no one but my words I'ma stick
[Snacho]
gun shots pop...when you out for your block
if you in the hood you bangin' whether you like it or not
it's kind of like gunnin' and I
a gun
I'ma let my words rain down
Like flames on cardboard
Gangster fools who
Wave their tools in
Pictures on their wall
I could write a song
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
Everbody tryna head up
Shut up fuck up
Some virus just strarted having fun they cant be stop by the gun
And this shit make me fuckin run
I'm standing for
to get scrappy in this bizz naive
I spin his hair right around
Yes I did my G
He wanted to run up and get with the gun up because it was whizz by me
Don't Be Late Come Dance By The Rainbow Side
Open Up Your Third Eye See The Basics
Make Your Money Don't Be Lazy
Chorous
Tantas Bendiciones Like Sand
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX
drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX
mama fa loud
Bye gone de be by gone
Till I buy gun
As I buy gun dem come de call me bad boy
Omo to shishey tomu owo dele na him dem de call champion
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