Lyrics:
to glue it back in place
If you let me take you out tonight
Let's say i take you out tonight
And let's fast forward 3 more years in time
Its us against
One-hits on two discs I hid up in a safe
Three places I keep secret crates
Loop 'em' grimy, 4K sample-rate
Truncate you punk fakes
Pump fake and dunk, chumps
battery needed a jump
And by the time it got started you fell to the floor
And that's when the cops said they can't take no more
And you were so damn
champs; y'all just featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig back
Crew loaded up with extra bread like a Big Mac
Beefin with us? We're leavin
to play me for a punk
But they dash when I see em'
Me and brodie in the studio
AM to the PM
I got niggas that gon' slide more then DMs
And I know niggas
Yeah
Satan hear me
I'm talking to you punk boy
This is Holy Spirit warfare
Rebuke and bind the enemy
Causing pride and jealousy
All the lies you
so I can feel the real niggaz pain
(I've been ya) Quick, I think there's gonna be conflict
If I figure ya freakin the flip (Ya punk bitch!)
Leavin
your roll
It's time to be a man and excercise control)
True, so I'ma just relax
Despite the fact that punks deserve a smack
It's the 21st, it's like
Bust it down, bag it up, bust a n*t, then I jet/ Don't f**k around back yourself up messing with dumb c***s/ The more you hustle add muscle, plus a punk
to the Po nine
And even though I'm guilty, still deny it the whole time
If you dirty, then I'm filthy, bitch, I'm writin' my own rhyme
You fightin' dick,
a little of a twist? in and out here comes the .9
Cause it's puttin' in work time
And gon' see a fuckin' catch you punk Slob slippin'
I'm a B.G.
So I
wasn't a vision, from private school to judicial
And by the time we left the hood I swear the truth is
Big Pooh was already riding in something roofless
we ran Feverntly
But as the time went by, you had Uncertainty
And Now you saying all this things, starting slandering and lying, acting cold Like punk
gon' sweat her
Rick Flare, I stay jumpin' off the dresser
Betcha ass ain't never felt better
Ain't never met a nigga make ya azz more wetter
I like it
saving face
I ain’t got no time for chit chat, no mishaps, no fakes
You and money mismatched, I’m here to set it straight
Let ‘em sleep
I guess they’re
goat
Yeah yeah going for goat
I think I lost my mind where'd it go
Lost that bitch up by oriens belt
Niggas threw shots
But it only some left welts
I
She was cute and I met her by the bus stop.
I just beat this fiends ass,
They got me for a fuckin ride.
I guess the nigga hoped they was fucked up,
wait to sellout,
Where's that dotted line?
I've been jerked off so many times by all your helping hands,
I guess I'd rather just get fucked by
of the truck
Whoever this, ain't hear from since
Beretta's spit, then I'm off in the trench
Once the head spit, dust off my prints
Bullet wounds left more than
you'll face my gun
But you'll see god down the barrel pussy
How much more do I have to take
Before you're not ever awake
When the time comes
I'll pray for
great
Where my only escape was dropping a mixtape
And the fruits of my labor are stolen by sour grapes
You spent most of the time with a bitch ‘cause he
And way more then adequate
Its Not by accident
That im extravagent
I stay so adament
Cause im an advacate
For this rapping shit
And you just passing it
Your
the eagle
Picked your guts i'm a seagull
I'll take your gizzards
Like tickets i'm regal
All that ive said has been legal
Get punished by pets
You a punk
for the perfect opportunity
To thump (thump) bump (bump) somethin loved by my community (c'mon)
I'm movin on all you punk Bambino bastards
Your style's
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