Lyrics:
tell him
"Let him go"
Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock
No reload say what I want, nigga
Fuck all your feelings
I run with that heater
That's
up)
And if you want some smoke
We got that shit by the chimney
(Straight up)
Bitch, my youngin' got a body at just fifteen
(Fifteen)
Promethazine,
Intent
What, nigga keep it a hundred
That stick hold a hundred and nigga we run it
They don't keep it a hundred
Free smoke when my young nigga
9 milli', ridin' with it
I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him
Run up on him, masked with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Red
ZayMigo, ZayTiggy, ZayMigo
I put the bitch on the boat by the shore
100 thousand for my diamond Chuck Norris
I fucked your bitch, when she call
Some guys have all the luck
Some guys have all the fun
Some guys have all the luck all the luck
What you gonna do when your luck begins to run
scuffed, still bugging
Earlier, around four, how I escaped the bus
The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch, my man's chanting me on
Like run, son, don't
off
B****es and killas in the front watchin
Flowin with like a finna studda some
Betta come off a butta ton, brotha run, I hope he said he were
Is this world spinning round
Has this ship run aground
What's that shape
What's that sound
That's just me falling down
Some of us are free
Hey, hey, hey
Yo, Gringo, let that shit breathe!
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
'Til they let Rowdy out, we gon' let these
talk
We talkin’ that real lick talk
We talkin’ that real lick talk
Run through the back and then
Kick down your door
We taking the flat screen
Want all
it started
Now I'm boutta lose at all
But I can’t control it
I could try to run away
But I know I won’t be safe
‘Cause I know there is no cheating my
Welcome to the camp
I hide my face and run far away
I get crazy, angsty, when you get under my skin
The power it takes to make me cry that way
has been rough
Satisfaction when it is done
My end coming has it now come
Saw you cheating now I am stunned
Feelings catching up when I run
Catching up
Welcome to the camp
I hide my face and run far away
I get crazy, angsty, when you get under my skin
The power it takes to make me cry that way
crew
Philly, soda pop
I'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got
gorilla stitch
40 years go by man still snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
It was amateur night I played
lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like Now and Laters
Split champagne wishes to bitches, trips to Vegas
Jot down
saw was a silhouette of a gun
Far away on the other side
He was shot six times by a man on the run
And she couldn't find how to push through
Four
probably run up in all three!"
King Geedorah what they call me, either caesar or baldy
Probably half-boozed since last y'all saw me
On the D-low, I slaughter
someone older, so darling, you run to me.
(Clay Aiken)
Nobody gets too much heaven no more
It's much harder to come by I'm waiting in line
(Clay Aiken)
In
By the pepperoni
If you ain't givin' the money then
Tell me why you show me
That's that type of shit that get you
Blocked if you lookin' for me
Right
be cunch
SJ got half the 9 on a shank
Startin' to feel like a TBT
So I give my young guys the four-by-four
Tell them, "Go the L," not 3X3
They
Runnin' through these caverns of gold
Runs a river of death indeed
An old hotel serves as a
Shelter for the children
In the street
Abandoned by
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