Lyrics:
And he heard that Rick vacating with his bitch
So they pulled up quiet
Guns on silent
Mask on tightly
Caught 2 bodies
One round back
Other one
man you're still in the cot
And you ain't at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
an nou an danjé I gotta go dans tous les
Yo sa trahi on Frè pou on Koune
Yo sa trahi on Frè pou on Round
Yo sa trahi on Frè pou on Foune
Mwen an toujou le
niggas gon
Really hate it
Pull up on them Flying Spur Haters get
A Millyated they gon think I
Really made it when I ride by
Diamonds in my wrist watch,
She wanna pull up I told her no question
I'm with the gang girl so pull with your best friends
She got brains imma teach this girl a lesson
We got
represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
shooter Jus bought a new pet that be flyin Round
Them wings in it huge I can imagine you pecked by the shit it be popping Out
Got in my bag if you don't
round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce,
I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin
My style is untangible, like a wild animal
Check the label as it goes round it's on Capitol
That's what
I start grinnin, and syllables start bendin
My style is untangible, like a wild animal
Check the label as it goes round it's on Capitol
That's what
for thinking he was clever
Resting in eternal fire, you'll see me forever
Uh
What, you ain't heard Neph the greatest round
Still pull up dressed in
sing and by dancing boot-scooting style
Betty has a contagious smile that you just can't ignore
Her songs will fill your heart with joy and leave you
round with Linda
If I don't get you now then I'll get you by December
You're dancing styles outdated like tinga
It's just a cat, mami snap your finger
I
This is real hip hop not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
This is D E L not no phoney phranchise
Winnin' by
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
fad style
All they wore was white tees, fresh pair of nikes
Look them up in IG, they whole style trash now
Hand me that machete, gotta cut the petty
God
Funny style you like Didi Mocó
I'm Lucas Matthysse when he gave
The beatin' to Soto
I break you motherfuckers up like
We sleepin' with Ono
Hitmen for
zones, I'm a bust rounds on see I'm a Jones
And I put it down like Cedric fame by Louisiana up in the dome
See I'm blown but usually I'm foolie when
flocking 'round my way
Got my back against the wall, uh
I'm ready to spray
Standing by the lightpost, breakfast
Got my hand on my hand on my right toes
Cause
shoulder - keep your head up high
Just walk on by
I've heard bad things about the city and i'm told that they're true
Better watch out for those guys out
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
rich yet
Gotta make sure that I make it stretch
Take some to flex, make money have sex
Make money have babies and breed up
Style and pattern make gyal
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Pour out double cup
Money down double up
Switch styles fuck it up
Think you a boss you ain't done enough (woo)
You ain't done enough
Put
show me gembu style she's one in a million your love no be silicon when I come we go chill on
Fine boy he go take you up
All the things wey you do for
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