Lyrics:
When she's away from home, she be swallowin juice
You thinkin that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin like you
See the barrel of a gun, nigga whatcha gon'
of the lovers highway
But we just roll on by with the top down,the sun's out
I'm so glad when you came along you happened to be going my way
The wheels roll round
a pistol grip shot gun
My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever
Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed
WhoRidas get it
weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever
Fuckin' with the Likwit will get your head severed
WhoRidas get it poppin' lik Buggalo shrimp, we got
bet you can't stand being apart
Listen son you gon to find a sense of perspective
Ain't no use to bury your weight in the sand
Although I kinda
Red telephone sitting by my bed
Practically bore your name
Lying alone in the twilight zone
Waiting for your call to come in
Hadn't been for
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I was washed by the blood baptized by immersion
God made the choice His Son was a ransom
Mercy played the card His grace sang than anthem
Me
of history my son
Murder and rape with your power
The 10th revolution in far away days
It's come to this
A gypsy's kiss
All your power's gonna fade in
of history my son
Murder and rape with your power
The tenth revolution in far away days
It's come to this
A gypsy's kiss
All your power's gonna fade in
Shit get your suit black
And your casket grave
Pick up a brick and then bash your face
Catch you with your kid
They'll get snatched away you screamin'
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
the green
More Life More Protection
Powerful benevolent vibes
Holy highs lemme roll this right
Deep breaths as my souls takes flight
Ask yourself what your
knockin her boots
When she's away from home, she be swallowin juice
You thinkin that's yo' son, but he ain't lookin like you
See the barrel of a gun,
What does it matter what I say or do
Let's be kind to each other
Son, your message is true
Should I cry my days away or lock the front door
How do I sing
tugged
Your boy got mugged
Kmt, That's end of the run
Skeng on the street just took another son
Dip another dusty yute and then get bun
Catch him slipping
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
rolling in the Testarossa
You can best believe I got
The strap in my holster mobbing son
Popping +Robbin-son+ like +Sugar Ray+
Put your gun away or get done
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
Big boy, I been tryna buy the Braves
Court room soundin' like I'm in
go
All these memories please don't let em go
Got love for the fam gotta let them know
Got good memories that won't fade away
Bless my little son take
the fadeaway
My glock hold twenty four so twenty four gon' hit your brain today
I break away, they double take, I make 'em feel some pain today
Cuz' I don't give
Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious
I wonder where is this, hold up
Get the fuck out my business, show enough
We roll up then load
shit for fun
Air em' out, lay em' in the lungs
Hope his people come
Spray it out, bullets at your son
I am not the one
Clear it out, this is kingdom come
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