Lyrics:
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
next-door neighbour
Quick to do you a favour even though we come in a million different flavours
And I know there's not enough time to put it all in one rhyme
been sealed
By the curse of a violent unstoppable flood
Mankind had been drowned in an ocean of blood
The next revelation was vivid and cruel
It
been sealed
By the curse of a violent unstoppable flood
Mankind had been drowned in an ocean of blood
The next revelation was vivid and cruel
It
[Shoota Ringz]
I'll give you the world, nothing more to say
I'm good at breaking doors down, nothing in my way
You want it? then it's yours now, I've
The show gun with Shogun to testify
To show somethin'
We hold somethin' that electrifies
N-1 L-B, no one left behind, pause it
Where I grew up in the world
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the 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 why
You
your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell
down
Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..)
[Killah Priest]
Death come to those who oppose
Knockin' at the door, holding a rose
In plain clothes,
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
nymphomaniac
I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses 'cause
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I want to do is get high
Between your
a gun in my face
Still I can't get no rest or peace
It's only right I practice what I preach
This is for my bruddas doing pull-ups on the yard in Hell
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the 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 why
You
Cos it's a long line
Field boot, Carhartt brown
Conceal the four pound
Let me know if it's going down
We can get it on right now (Let's do it)
Two guns
Kicking in doors, f*** with my conscience
All of my dawgs yeah they real
Cannot fake 'em
Used to buy guns off the street
Now I make 'em
I trick a n**** just
for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own
for gangstaz
Coz ganstaz do dirty work and get pimped by mobsters
Some fat Italian eating pasta 'n lobster
Brothers getting jailed and mobsters own
ain't got patience like Guns N' Roses
From Castle Greyskull to He-man and Cringer
He's a vigilante like the Newport Ninja
Se llama Miguel Pelotas
no le
don't even need a Molly
Not even a bullet can stop me
I keep my pistol right by side me
Nah I'm kidding you think with a gun I have the balls to shoot
be seen i had to hide myself
Got right and back on the scene i revived myself
Writing checks out to me cuz i signed myself
Rose thru the ranks
comes by and takes my kids to Istanbul
The guy next door just bought his son a brand new saxophone
The man behind me sued him cause his hogs were
techs by your rockets threw jets
Who's next to get hit by firepower that's so raw?
Go play; 4-4's ready for war
[Mase]
All out, what, what
Want
But I'll smoke a nigga for the bro, fasho'
We don't dodge smoke
Gun on me nigga (Nigga)
I'ma raise it like a kid (Kid)
Kick door in your crib (Ha)
I
work, put 'em in the dirt
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, n****, all they do is bang bang bang
.jpg/300px-GNR_London_Stadium_2017_3_(cropped).jpg "Guns N' Roses")
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