Lyrics:
fingers up, bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up) throw your hoods up, bang motherfucker bang
(Hit 'em up) Eastside
(Hit 'em up) bang motherfucker bang
you Mr Smith
Do you think they'll ever recover?
I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions
It's ridiculous, word up, throw your hands
and withdrew a
revolver. Throw up your hands, he said. I'm Ned Kelly.
The infamous bushranger was accompanied by the rest of the Kelly gang: his brother Dan
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
whacked
I ain’t with the disrespect, talking out your fucking neck
I pull the strap, you think the shit a game watch how i play with that
I heat up like
bitches understand
when you makin' money talk, everyone know you the man
with my Hollywood hoes, or somewhere by the sand
fuck your shit up with your
you wanna die by a big or a lil' gun
Nigga Mr. Nervous, lil' nigga scared to pick one
No matter the circumstance, he gon' die by both guns
Niggas love
Black Lives Matter
Mr officer why you stop me
Mr officer my hands are free
Mr officer please dont shoot me
Mr officer I can't breathe
Black Lives
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
my water's clean
And no one's mean, says Fresh Fish Filet
See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
Though you're fed up, throw
my water's clean
And no one's mean, says Fresh Fish Filet
See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
Though you're fed up, throw
She'd probably leave you standing with your hands out
Now they got they hands up
I'm the illest hands down
Now they got they hands out
Ricky Bobby they
'm bout it mayne
We way over here
Up out your range
Don't try to be G
That's not your thang
You try me G
That glock gon' bang
K-I-N-G that's
the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really
(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)
Take a bitch shoulder
Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben
AKA Mr g6, G Swig, me swig talk to ’em bro
Nigga, I'm clean
'm out
**Beeps**
[Mr. Shadow]
Hey wuz up Rob, I got your message dogg
Meet me at Michi Park at 8 o'clock sharp
Get ready for some drama cuz
We gotta show
in the airr if ya feel me
Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
If ya tempted to throw them bows
[Bridge: Lil' Jon]
Get yo hands up bitch
Throw you
a now and later
Little boy gone run up, never
Lil boy on the come up, never
But chill bro you mad sensitive, a clit
You just mad cause I done seen your
And though I'll never forget your face,
sometimes I can't remember my name
Hey Mrs. Potter don't cry
Hey Mrs. Potter I know why but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you
some mo' (word?)
Throw some mo' (ooh), throw some mo' (Thugger)
Come here, ho (come here)
Mistletoe (ooh-wee)
I got birdies (what?)
Crows
Lil
Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it
Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair
your dime from you (that's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it
your dime from you (that's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
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