Lyrics:
this time
I got my aim on it
Blessed by his highness & dressed by designers
Don't mess with me you get clipped by the west siders
This one of them hits
weight by the key and backed up every gram
And stay ready for busting wit the pistol in they hand
I'm preaching murder like a vicious reverend
About
durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my
know I'm federal property now
And this that "Federal Contraband" music, man, part three on the way ASAP
Free the whole Choppa Gang, free CMO
Certified
when I step in the store
Real badman, don't obey by the law (I don't)
Yo, run run, one, two, three, four
Now she can't help but call for more (it's
Chapel rapper, I'm here to blaze you
Pop off material, get laid up and sprayed up
Just like arterial
Clementine nine, dripping venereal
Linguine
the halls up high
To set our fates
Beneath the sky
The threads of life
Spun by three
In the well of doom
Beneath the tree
Beneath the nine worlds
Through
son around on weekends
Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket
'Cross the street from the projects
Anthony planned to rob it
Stuck up
is like hangin' yourself at a.....
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up wit' JD doh', crazy
you're wonderin' why
We call this shit four deep when only three niggas creep
Cause the fourth nigga is a glock nine And he's guaranteed to stay right
angel
Fashionably late lucy came to town
She arrived at the bar the old red sundown
Gremlin green eyes and dressed to the nines
Even sightful couldn't
has one eye
He lost it back in thirty-nine
Insuring his life thereby
He married young in forty-four
He fathered the following children
The by Davis,
Dead Line
By
Phill Scullard
2015
Verse 1
All dressed in black, and looking sharp
With a 9mm pistol, under his jacket
He is a
Secret Agent, Secret
All loc'd out all dressed in blue
To the head to the fed and the you know who
Behind ten getting bent in my blue Navigator
Looking in my mirror at these
dressed bitches all rubbing on my thigh
머릴 좆도 못 쓴 새끼야, 나는 지금 막 도착했지, 너넨 도망가, 멀리로 다
내 Instagram 안에 3주간의 fit이 네 꿈이라면 너는 나를 어머니라 호칭해
Glamour on my face,
Hair done up high dressed to the nines
Tell me what is a man supposed to do
With that Gucci black dress
And pearls 'round your neck
Thinking 'bout
me
It's not me
Those three Wise Men
They've got a semi by the sea
Gotta ask yourself the question
Where are you now?
Gotta ask yourself
me
It's not me
Those three Wise Men
They've got a semi by the sea
Gotta ask yourself the question
Where are you now?
Gotta ask yourself
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
Krueger imp'n on shoulders putting the lights out
Open eyes up no you can't sleep tonight y'all
They stealing dreams and will have your souls by
Bought a new foreign to match with my new piece
Chain around my neck just spent nine hundred on a t-shirt
Rockstar life ain't always what it seems
for any rapper that showed up
First it was Oklahoma now its your house I'm blowin up
'cause I'm quick to butt fuck yo moms
And fuck a nine Bizarre's
Hold up
So what you're saying is
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again? Aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hold up
So what you're saying is
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again? Aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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