Lyrics:
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me
This shit so cut throat my own niggas talking down on me
These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got
Can barely breathe
The bones in my body feel so incomplete
I'm blinded by the dark there's no way to see
The pain is invasive
Abrasions got me torn
Ah, yeah, we finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two
Mystic Stylez, Three Six Mafia in the ho
We finna do that shit
Mafia
and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green,
and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green,
buried hatchets
Just bones on the table, burn holes in the seat
I feel weary in the weight of these days
I've been down with dogs, I've been low with toads
let shit ride (let shit ride)
Every since my young nigga died (my young niggas)
I ain't been lettin' shit by (no, uh-uh)
Never leave without my iron
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
don't give a fuck, bout the things you accomplish
I live in Texas, where we got snakes by the dozens
Truth be told, I only like three of my cousins.
Momma
from a red Corvette
Lionel, Dave and the butcher made three
Oh you got to meet me by the
Knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a Washburn
like that
Dicks for the faces of the bitches we slap
Zen on the bitch so say peace with a slap
Big iron on my hip so these shots from the back
I just
Selling all the weed i'm on the 3 that shit get old to me
He think he A big dawg
Niggas keep On playing ain't got no Iron he sharing his man dog
I took
Breast milk, you made my day
Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches in an MPV
[Bounty Killer]
I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin' to let me down
And all dat, ha but I got an easier way to let dem drown
Wit these
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Pastor P*** (Pastor P)
Jesus died at 33 (33)
The iron hit my soul 17 on the new
(Bang)
YBM in the pen rocking state blues
these girls making movies you can call me Star Lord
Drive by on the opps, you can hear the car roar
Funny you brought all the homies but we brought far
goes home
Take along my bones"
They lived and loved the Lord by faith
One, two, three, four, five
All of these believed by faith and then they died
the iron in my own soul and killed him
Cause I thought I was bold
By leaving him cold and soulless, blood leaking
Brittle bones no hope in his last moments
Caught me 3 Mil like I run up the safe
Got me 3 Bitches that fuck up the pay
I'll do the best so don't you refrain
Sauce to the game cuz these niggas
Yea P$G, lil bitch
(Haha lean, aye hold on, lean
lean lean yeah)
Yea, I pour the Wock
I got about 3 grams stuffed all in my Sock (for real)
Boy now
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
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