Lyrics:
Dickies too
And I even got the blue for when I represent for Screw
Nigga, I been wearing khakis since before that shit was cool
Fucking with Jon Johnson
outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
'Til he got large son bought a whale
As you're by the entrance
Guess it's real nigga night out
He moving
the man in
My city, when I speak niggas listen
I'm what the game's missin'
Gangsta' rock genre he try to be a rocka'
That nigga just a jocka'
Leader not
my palm
Y'all niggas have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the
One who rap the greatest
Deadweight niggas get your
Fucking souls assassinated
The most
Niggas be talkin' like they gangsta
But if I bring it to 'em raw they just gon' tell on me so
Please, please just leave me alone
Ain't 'bout no trouble,
tell me where your safe at? (Where the safe at?)
Rich gangstas in a Maybach
We extort niggas like state tax (gang, gang, gang)
My team up, they hate
It is what it is, Lets ride nigga, Yea!!
What you niggas know about, slippin they clips in AK's
I'm talkin bout hittin niggas blocks
[Verse 1]
I'm
wait until he leaves the house
Walkin' around his corner ride by and takin' him out
The box on the blocks police ride up on the scene
Witnesses saw
Tryna tell these niggas they 'sleep
I'm I'm the young nigga used to steal TV's
(Come here)
'Til I got that spot by TD (O oh)
I'm doin' better now (Better
Rap On God
Herrr don't talk
Wait,of course? Yes by force
Rap On God
Herrr don't talk
Wait,of course? Yes by force
Rap nu eshe mi tese tie n die
If u
N-Y N-Y
'Til I d-ie
N-Y N-Y
'Til I d-ie
I'm on it
Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around
Its never on safety
I'm on it
Niggas
N-Y N-Y
'Til I d-ie
N-Y N-Y
'Til I d-ie
I'm on it
Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around
Its never on safety
I'm on it
Niggas
just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy, 'cause we still fuckin' hungry
Young Money, got
this is mine, you scared shitless
Rap niggas can't fuck with the dog
Never, could be twenty below outside
I'm built for the weather
It could be
school and yo niggas makin better more
Like some old addition listen kid, cheddar roots
Kid you feelin me, these rap niggas killin me
Shit my team through
It Out (yeah)
Mr. Count That Money (money)
Mr. Have A Nigga Killed
Have him dead by the morning (fah-fah)
Got the mic with the stand
Know that
Salvei todo Rap Game eu podia estar na marvel
Nigas são fúteis canalhas pussys tipo vaca suckers não prestáveis
Enquanto os teus Niggas me odeiam
on the spirit not just halloween
The disharmonious have difficulties in their dreams
That nigga tap his temple trying to figure what it means
He forgot he told
me daddy
Got to do right by her I'm playing my role
Grown ass nigga take care of my business
Why you cap in your rap
You ain't clutching no pole
If you
that stack
I aim for the body but I hit all that
These rap niggas ain't real
Shooting out the car and had one hand on the wheel
Yo, leaning
around my back
And y'all niggas saying fuck it with that
Gangsters, gangsters
Gangsters, stand up and rap what you're claiming
Police roll around,
Let's get involved, you prick
Posh boy, now wanna rap
Posh boy, now when I scrap
Posh boy, 'bout to get clapped
By the end of the verse
You're
owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
it digital
Livin underground like a godfather buried alive
I ride by bumpin Shine I do just that
Nigga ain't nothin sweet like a kool-aid pack
Bitches
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