Lyrics:
thralls
Ain't no seeing the decayed in the best way
Upper chest vein undertaker dressed in mess rain
Feeling crazed player with a 12 gauge spraying
gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag
Heard he want beef with me, he
Not no street to me, i got that heat with me
(let's do it) don't try to creep on me
em off cuz really you don't kno when that pain end
Kickin shyt by myself like it's tetherball
See I Don't mind you niggas knowin ion f wit yall
I hear
keep round
Grassroots affiliates from the rich to the town
Down to the south
Where it go dine best watch yo mouth best watch yo south
Might take you
you will never see my plane
Right in front of you but your vision is so plain
I see it more vivid, seen it all, did it
Round these fake fucks still
you will never see my plane
Right in front of you but your vision is so plain
I see it more vivid, seen it all, did it
Round these fake fucks still
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It ain't no pressure by the bitch
Whether it be by keep or the hunnid
Uh, it ain't no pressure by the bitch
What is the beef
Fill me up
So close I've got you face to face
Playing rough
Can't help it when you say my name
I wanna feel you closer
I'm losing my composure
I'm
They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's
They only talk to her, because,
She looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?
I mean, her butt, is just so big
I can't believe it's just so round, it's
ima lean on
Running that game you the type she gonna lead on
Bring you to me and rock you to sleep cuz you a green one
Im a lay it down hella rounds
the car, a quarter round two
I see it in your face this what you like
My baby like to be in the spotlight
Shawty really wanna get nasty
But she playing it
the gangsta girls shake it and they all smell good
Lived this legendary pimp (pimp) by the name of Fresh
Fix hair, fix nails, fix toes, fix breast
But one
putting in work for the fame
Running round breaking backs like I’m luke cage
My lyrics hit hard like a fucking 12 gauge
I’m the rap god, I’m the prince
on
And I'm Lebron so nigga where my foul aye)
Making these moves on my own I can get it ain't nothing
I'm making hit up after hit but I ain't round this bih
hoes while you out In the open.
No bluffing you gone be puffing on something once the 12 gauge busting killing ya cousins. You really thought it was
count big face and straight laces by the hundreds
Ragtops and big blocks, gettin the money
Sippin X-O Hen, and I get it for the 1-10
In
Boriqua, baby
Word up
[ tony sunshine singing ]
I know this girl
The bitch you fucked for free
As long as she knows that you're down
Then it's
Flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh
And it be test or tried, even if they (gonna fight)
And the Afta
Investing in my stock
Life is just a gamble baby
Watch me take the pot
Riding round the city yeah let's slide
Break a swisher down
Roll it up and let's get
etched into the walls so I began to sing.
“Rally call, dig it! Spin ye round,
rootle about, shake and shout.
Got this y'all, make it!”
“Rally y'all,
They ask me what's wrong
Well lately i been fairly alone
Smoke boners, stay home
This fat dyke performs dome
What's it feel like, Skintight
Stayin up
but feels like 103
And I can’t shake that heat
It’s wakes me out my sleep
Spring is over summer exposure
Spring is over summer exposure
Now
Spring
[Chorus: Nelly]
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
Do your thug thizzle we'll make it
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle
Discuss these shake it round and round by 12 gauge Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In