Lyrics:
crept and I came up
Remember that killer the nigga named Leatherface
Now if you ah thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
Put ah bitch up in the gutter
the box like Irish spring
Multiverse of Madness, I turn to a savage
You know I'm wrecking havoc, you want it you can have it, you know I love to blast
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house
Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her
Cause she stuck on a G, like a god
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
to rumble well get up shit
If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick
Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house
Yo Nip say
She don't know imma kill her son
5 Man up in a four by four it's war
Buck into me you're done
They know what the mandem done
Rex got hit in the back
that lil' hoe by the hair, come put that pussy down
If it's good, I throw a hundred bands on, still got racks, hoe
Niggas sayin' that I'm was broke like
(Hmm)
Trucks, Dogs, Castles
Big trucks (Vroom)
Got me two new tesla trucks
Bank account got that influx
Spent three hundred thousand bucks
Gucci
The 5th Dimension
Marilyn McCoo (lead vocal)
I wake up to a cold sweat to a clock that says it's only 3AM.
Thinking that I felt you, when I really only
pinned you on the floor
One two three nigga
[Kurupt]
I'm gettin' dusted,
In the back of a six hundred
Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and I love it
cold But in the end well both know
I want Prada more designer clothes Rick Owens on soles
<3
Don't you worry bout me
Go on 'bout yourself
Yeah money
love me some V bucks
I ain't even lie
I'll bend you over and cum in your eye
(Did beat)
I beat minorities until they die
You have no V bucks now cry
I
It's Aq Aq Aq Aq
3 Letters, 3 Letters
I am Aq Xico
I used to rock a seiko
Now I rock a Rocawear peacoat
Lawrence of Arabia
The American sequel
Keep
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
most fell in love with the bitch when I came
One hit of this bitch you might fuck around faint
Niggas sweet like funnel cake
Early morning wake and back
cause I love you
Sometimes we change seeking for attention
Crying on our own speaking on depression
Getting lost in our mind... 3rd dimension
Shooting
gone get yo body wrapped
I need like two or three , if niggas offer me a deal
With my fingers break it down slap it in a banana peel
Run these bucks up
a damn lie
Look at the bitches I fuck
Yeah a pint in my cup
Now I'm smoking on dead guys
I fell in love with the red eye
Took what I want as I ran by
Nah
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
should really confuse things
Everybody let's stay focused
Love of the craft
Or love of the buck
Every day down here's a rainy day
We don't save up
Paradigm shift i'm stuck
Gotta be tough you're buck
Looking cool but a fool
Will not take
Conversate and imitate
I smell the lack of good creation
I'm the three
And three (badda-ba-ba-by-by) it's the magic numberrr
(badda-ba-ba-by-by)
Chorus: KRS-One
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
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