Lyrics:
circuit, long range, mag to interpret
We straight murk it, worldwide, we K lurch it
Whatever urges, for this paper, feel it's worth it
A hundred percent,
influence some more
I’m trying to make wealth for generations
Niggas hate for attention i can’t afford to pay it
I gotta get my spirit right before i get left
think Matilda here
This extension is high demand for
This ratchet it's Brazilian hair
Y'all sat him in hot water
Like it stays on a silverware
I blend in
the block hot when
I bring out the stove
I move in unit's my city
Booming while under pressure
Screw being foolish, this opportunity
Who you telling i'm into
Re-Runs
Watch us leave guns, leave blood in a crisis
Leave you lifeless like a pre-cum
Got a license for this mean drum, I'm Seagram's
We run this racket
three months
I fight with my Father, the battle begun
I spit out these verses, my Bible my gun
I'm so hot on this track cause I follow the Son
I take in
and these unstable creatures
I'm not righteous, but I live my life with bible scriptures
Live it up, live it up, my conscience always whispers
This flow is
a finger
Just put my Dawg on this play
An yeah I live what I say
Don't need no Ninja to vouch
Young and Thugging since a juve
Boy I'm 400 degrees
That
too hot
Al Capone and I take ma shot make them boys them know that man's not
Imma put ma legs first when I fall this is good
This won't be my last
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
you fools (This here for my shottas)
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules (Dip Set!) Oww!!!!
Heaven knows if I'm meant to go (I'm a shotta)
Let me
of the day was to be Tito Macari on home soil four times winner of this event. Although fast through the early stages, his title hopes quashed by a broken
chasin' me and my eight friends for Final Destination
Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you
(Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga)
Gilla
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
about this life, cause to me it feel the same
Thankful for my struggle cause enlightenment I gained
Practice what at I preach, my mistake won’t be in
kenyon
A man who's serving time at this very moment
For the crime of armed robbery
It so happened, that at the time of the robbery
Michael, decided
Yes sir
Yeah e yeah e yeah e yeah yeah yeah
Live this life
All I tryna do is live this life
Not everything I'm gonna do is gone be right
But for my
can't bring my Glock in this bitch
Dj, stop the beat, who let a opp in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch
I said, who
far as the eye can see
All this death makes my body need
In these remains I spread my seed
Gun in hand red hot as fire
The consequences are dire
I did
like a damn sprayground
I'm dropping hella singles they like they wanna here the tape now
Day by day I'm getting back my vision
Had some short circuit
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
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