Lyrics:
the trigger at least was hers!
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The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath
Gimmie more gimmie more, gimmie more
More than I've been lookin' for
Plastic, pretend, empty, hollow
And you expect me to follow? (Hell no)
Gimmie more
I'll ride the wave, I'll take the shape
Need a hero, find your cape Need a door, no more gates
Need a meal, here's my place Need a bed, here's my space
the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you want to punk me out, pop these niggas in
the nazi cops, tossin' out the bags of herb
Ain't afraid to pop the steel, hollow tips to make you feel
If you want to punk me out, pop these niggas in
Bring home the honor
I got the power
Prob didn't even take a couple of hours
Guided by wind, followed by flowers
Climbing on top, at the tip
hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs
It was goin' down on the set, that's when this shit was fun
I just been ballin' on these niggas, like
we can ball on the funny shit ? a nigga body in the hollow tips
With extra clips ?shit? unload with the four pound
And I throw down - show down
Finna
Guess we'll take the long way
Long way, long way, long way
I'm in love with money and no, it's not a problem
You think I'm hollow
I'm in love with money
the world cuz i jus wanna be myself
Jus typa shit that i been sayin since i was fuckin 12
Go an pop yuh ass wit the muh fuckin hollow tips
Extended mags is in
a step
Watch niggas panic
Steal all my flows and hooks yea I love it
Fake ID niggas look like Mc lovin
These hollow tips mean ya lungs can get punctured
Up
ripping through his chest them hollow tips be lethal
She wanna film it when she deepthroat made a movie now she wanna make a sequel
I don't got no equal
Don’t need codefendants do my dirt by my lonely
You niggas stilling flow you niggas be cloning
Hollow tips & my clips are extended 3x
Better not run up
That'll do fine
Hollow tips peaking out the barrel of my Glock nine
Got them Tony Montanas in the back of my ride
Said she from the west coast took
the hoes
But I swear it's like motherfuckers don't be rappin no more
Yo I swear this the year that they never forgettin
Mistaken if ya think we goin play
'Cause I be packin' like a
Rasta in a weed spot
Hittin' your heart with a hollow-tip
Verbally illin'
Minds manipulated, my raps are nickel-plated
I execute
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
With the yay let it dry by the window
Gave her two strokes, now she copying my lingo
My youngin' on the other side, tryna spill a vimto
Told her
Hadda hadda hadda wait a minute
She was jumpin on my tip told the bit wait a minute
You can catch a fade nigga
Niggas so soft boy he pussy man look
in disguise then they in the way
hollow tips in my 9 7 point 62s in da drake
We get thru using em throw em in da lake
Ima catch dat boy slippin' like
on
Cause 50 this; 50 that; 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shh - the talking stop
My
Yeah, damn this shit could get bad
No, I don't rock no FMJ got hollow tips in my mag
Pop me a X when I hop off the plane give a fuck bout no jet lag
Have
with power
These hollow tips in this pistol
Expand to look like a flower
Your man's a bitch, he ain't with this
I know he shook, he a coward
No, he ain't
a victim of struggle
I've been a victim
But doubled down on my mission
Yet trouble followed maliciously, bagbak
Pictures I paint are hollow like tips
That
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