Lyrics:
on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like give it up, all that shit
Yeah, give it up
They call me Dr. Greenthumb
Because I got the Midas touch
Roll
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
focus
Not when you're next to me
By the way you don't help it
By the way you don't care
'Cause you know I can't shake it
Somehow I always want you
by man
Watch the money-go-round; watch your money-go-round
Do like they pray, make it wonderful
The good and righteous sing their hymns
The crimpoline
Shake Dat Booty (EXPLICIT) 120:000 BPM
All she want to do is shake her booty
She got it goin on she got it goin on
She got it goin on she got it
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
on toes and knees
Like damn, what a great technique
Shake that way on the beat
Back it up pon di dumpa truck
Turn 'round fi di love start up
How you
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Bloody Mary
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I see how it is! “damn”
Pull up on me you can swallow my kids
Ay you takin’ my spot now?
12-gauge buck shot
Headshot kill shot
focus
Not when you're next to me
By the way you don't help it
By the way you don't care
'Cause you know I can't shake it
Somehow I always want you
Back Home it's 12 gauge shotguns
Round Here it's 8-Lane Gridlock
Back home it's backyard baseball Sunday after church
Round Here it's sky high
when
It's getting realer, give ten to Sheila
'Cause she come from a place the
Fiends can outlive the dealers
You don't know the half of it
Waving sticks
ammunition by my feet
Ak 47 in my lap, that can eat through concrete
I got macks and Glocks, 12 gauge with long buckshots
Two five holster round the sock,
twist round and round )
well i took my baby and held her by the hand (let's do, do the twist)
I said twist on baby twist as fast as you can (let's do, do
MAC-10, MAC-11,
12 Gauge gon' get you acquainted with Heaven
My homie got .45s, it's gonna bang too
And his cousin got four 9s, and we brought them
body
Make it rattle and roll
Shake that body
Shake that body
She's a dancer
Who embodies the woman
With the pretty brown round
But ain't dancing for
trill
Can’t hold still round an opp homie be still
It’s fuck 12 till I’m in the grave bruh
And when they bust shells don’t ask us to save ya
You folded
outline him
When mi rifle sound
Anada life go down
Nine round
Spit from di bryco
Rise di piece
Coppa coin release
Point it and squeeze
Guns out likkle scout
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