Lyrics:
talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandannas on the street
And if you slipping, you'll be six feet deep
'Cause me and T-bone, we pay
territory
Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandannas on the street
And if you slipping, you'll be six feet deep
'Cause
me close and say that I'd
Be the one that she call her only
But she ran with another man and left me lonely
[ CHORUS: TJ Swan ]
Girl, why'd you have
Heard you been liking all my writtens in the bible
Talk is big, but bullets are cheap
I don't take orders, I am not a sheep
Only smoking blunts, if
on the spot
Cuz I dont want you drop
Now Im too high
I cant stop
Only aiming for the top
If you wanna be the boss
Gotta pay the fee and cost
I get it
Typical
All the hands
Only start to understand how big the beast really is
Look
Drug by definition
Only human intuition
Understand this ain't the mission
You
Talkin' big money, bitch, uh
That little shit you talkin' 'bout
That's lunch money
We don't even smoke that
And this shit gon' be like this for
Of his father suddenly her voice was
At the door again "I have
Your size 38 are you decent?"
"Oh if only you knew
" he said to himself without
Thinking he
Budweiser!
Na hmean yo, what? Fuck you too nigga!
'Kind of pants you got on motherfucker, Capris?!
Bitch ass nigga, go get ya feet done!
Eat a dick nigga!
It's only Christmas
It happens every year
It's only Christmas
And you can't believe is here
It's only Christmas
At the end of the day
It's only
And did I mention
I was born into rap
Raised by hip hop
Wit nuthin but microphones
In my toy box
I'm musical related dat da gift
I got u could be mad
each song is my only chance
People betrayed me I'm all by myself and it's been a lonely path
Study the music make the honor roll
My E-brake off 'cause
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Word to my niggas and all praises to The big guy
I need me some Spiritual Healing
But if you out of that, I prolly get Fried
It's only right that we
the Dr King hanging on your wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I
instead of stressin'
Fool, only L I'm takin' is a lesson
Big Pimpin'
swear
We could make a mill
Got you like my brudda
For you ya imma kill
Wait till you come out
And we gone fly up to the hills
Big bag full of money
from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I know it's true
The only thing you'll say about
cry (cry)
To know that you're gone
Hold on to the memories
Not a day goes by I
Hear a voice saying dry those eyes
'Cause real niggas never die
Lines been getting blurred lately
Nice guy getting burned take me
Down right by the shore wavy
I know that you been talking crazy
Is he really
With his big brown eyes he came my way
I didn't know then what he had to say
I could tell that he felt bad
By the way he looked that he felt sad,
Man we only 18 man
We doin big things
Top shotta lil baby Mexico
Get rich or die trying you already know
Yung Mio
Yung Miooooo
Listen I got this
a fire all you gotta add is Propane
Brodie don't design But he only go by Dolce
Had to hit his line told me everything was okay
Okay
If we talking
Young kings, just tryna do big things
Big wins, fuck a house I'm buying buildings
Big rings, you don't wanna be a victim
Christian, but she on her
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