Lyrics:
Enjoy your flight
Never am I shook by your vibes
I see the truth hidden proof when I look in your eyes
See my words those only a crook would disguise
My
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I will fuckin' beat your ass, don't fuckin' test me motherfucker, I'm not playing
Oh, and by the way, the next time I see
know she pipe it up
Stay upon my grind
All the time
Ye I shine
Run it up
Fuk yo vendetta
While I ride i move in silence
Death is always so complaint
Hear
Verse 1:
Its like i never left
I'm back from the dead
Yo what's happening
Was gone for a minute
Now i'm moving through manhattan
Im back for
for why we're all so fuckin' sick in the brain
But if you can't contain what you say, some can't take a joke so to yo face BANG!
I'm about to take
do cuz God got me
Trippin' off who!?, nobody
Know "Men Lie, Women Lie"
That's big facts, word to Yo Gotti
Tryna leave behind a legacy and get Ricch
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
sayonara (Bye)
Desde chamaquito hago lo que me dé la gana (Jaja)
John Gotti con todos los míos, pa' los enemigos soy Tony Montana, ey (Grr-Pah)
Yo quiero las
it is yo, D-Az, straight in
Yo, I am a rapper slash and singer-songwriter
From when I was a young guy
Even up to this day
Man are tryna drag me under
shit popper
Spark my trees and wake the whole house
Like it's a pot of Folgers
Movin' like and army platoon, lots of soldiers
M-16's aimed above yo
reconsider being blessed by the gods
Rigorous assault from the weapons I brought
Step the boss, bets are now off
We gon' make a little bit of mess if you
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with
night long
"All night long"
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for serving niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
Da da ta la da da da la la
Take yo ass back home
Take yo ass back hoo
Take yo ass back home, oh
You done been my own (you done burned my home)
Take
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
goal
3rd Bass settin' soul in the hole
Yo man, why don't you give me the pole man?
Why are you freezin' me out?
Yo man, 'cause you can't play, you
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