Lyrics:
security, bitch, I'm strapped up, don't you think bout that
That lil bitch too mad I fucked her friend that go by Rosaly
I don't gotta rizz a bitch, I drop
with 36
That 4 by 4 got lots of traction I won't swerve for shit
Nigga I'm superb with this
I'm so perfect
Please be aware my bitch perfect
On her knees
everything and so I swerve
Stay away
Unless you want to fucking hurt
Me by your side equals psychosis mixed with meaningless words
How many times
Did you try
I
estoy haciendo
A 95 aunque sea 55
En la carretera cabron no tenemos miedo
De las cosas que nos llegan
Swerve right
Crashing violent by the state line
Yo, Wooooooooo
I fuck that bitch all in herself
I did it with no body's help
Yuh factor
This is a long time coming
Got white hairs nigga proof that
Yeah man!
We dreamin out here man we dreamin
We livin though
We goin be living proof though thats by anymeans
Gotta make it home that's by any
this way
I mean, I know sometimes, I mean
I know sometimes
She get a little carried away
She make we wanna make me wanna
Drive somewhere and swerve
Bitch swerve like a deer standin'
On them yellow lines
Miss me like you're shootin' but you
Want no one to die
Say what? I can't hear you, I'm too
Bring a bag into my life
Hundred racks by my side
Bring a bag into my life
Hundred racks by my side
Bring a bag into my life
Hundred racks by my
the quicker get showed up
Let's swerve to the birds set up a hold up
so many bodies me blowed up
Nuts bucks and guts nigga mistakin' them balls for dogs
Here she comes look at her roll there she goes eatin' that coal
Watch her fly huggin' the rails let her by by by it's the fireball mail
Let her
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
of 12 actors named Cory
Shows for next fall, they already been namin
CSI: Boise, and Touched by an Uncle
Both sound pretty lamen, and so does everybody
hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a
number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's
speed may be a determining factor
mir' on 'em (Skrrt!)
I had to switch gears on 'em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin' wheel on 'em
Nigga that's a pothole, watch out for the pothole
can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near half what I made
And I came from the block where it's storming
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I
If they stop me I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead
Yo nigga watch me
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my
And studying more than I ever
Have in my entire life
Do I get dinged up? Of course I do
Take some injuries? yeah
You know what? No factor
No factor, deal with
They're used to conversing with a desperate actor
I go to fine tune my intimidation factor
I really go for a chance to look dapper
Made to jump off a cliff
the money ima contractor
He ain't bout his money then la homie a none factor
I rip a couple thousand in the wind call me Jasper
I say fuck a nine to five
make you fade
Away
Death is a limiting factor in human life
However for the soul there is no death
It has no time
Without a start
The clock is ticking
trauma to emotional ones
They got they knees over necks
And still dying by guns
The multitude of factors
Combined with laughters
A misunderstood culture
deep in a four door
Terry driving Peel in the back me sipping a loko
By this time life in the fast lane
We in our prime different place the same game
you because you ain't a factor
All gas no breaks ima get to that bag everything else don't matter
I just ran down ona nigga
And don't feel no way
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