Lyrics:
millions lay in the spot
Where the police never come
'Cuz them niggas is scared to death
Got my little hungry, little A-1's with me
Ready to blow something
bis Pete Rock
Und dank dem Spitterlyzer kann der Enkel mit der Oma
In Sekunde schnell rappen, sowie Redman und J Hova
Ja, ihr lacht, doch ihr wisst,
MGK: My favorite look today came in the
Form of a very simple accessory, and that
Was just taking a button-up and tying it
Around i mean, classic move
that brooklyn shit
It's the day
Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right'
Yeah yeah
China, who we rock one for
Who we rock
I’ll be honored to do the damages
Number is 0 915 rest in your messages yeah I’m done
Been in the kitchen like air fryers
She's hotter than ten fryers
motherfuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for
am that guy
Put a Valk on the ground, I'm that fly
Do not hot drop around my spot
Or get two tapped by a red dot
Better fall back to a damn rock
Don't
She wants I man I can look up to, a mentor-- Fuck you!
Get your things packed
Yes kids, the poison is the message in the bottle
Before the dawn she'll
to Trenton
Gold in my music I'm hated by dentists
If I start up you then know imma finish
On a high horse and it's testing my limits
I'm making records
can get it, but it's gon' be in the worst way
Mix the molly in the cake for his birthday
And I'm chargin' by the minute like I'm prepaid
He got
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw
rapping
Never cared if I'm the best at this rap shit
Drop a tape if the homies like it that's a fucking classic
I'm in the with the top off
All the
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki',
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki',
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
the bitch, as she sprung on my dick
Guess I'll pull it out and just cum on the bitch
And from New Year's Day to New Year's Eve
And everyday in between I
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In
shit
The antagonist of it
Doc ock and killer croc fused in a mix
Ya boy Yung halogen hitting all em licks
Same time I'm crossing over river Styx
Goddam
Another black man in America
Dead in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my
of the food chain
Keep the crown clown I rock a L.A. Dodger fitted
Showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down wit' it
Now the ball's in my court never
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