Lyrics:
with
Your ass up but I say
Please don't blow my high, please
Don't blow my high, and I got
Real killers on my side
Hit a nigga twenty-four times
If
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed
Ty so it was only right
Bring em back twenty years, they was homies
Tight sixth grade
For the love
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
so to speak
Put on for my dogs, do anything for my queen
Four hours rest, I'm livin' the dream
Wake up to marble on the floor, heated toilet seats
on probation
Probably pay for you school ‘fore
I buy you a bag
I'm grinding, I'm gettin' it
Ho why is you mad?
Why won't you stay by my side like my strap?
Keep
the flashy cars no designer broads, No it ain't even that
I just want my life to happen, Really happen
Cuz I got a dreams debutin' me, 20 years old livin' no
(One, two, three, four)
By the time you hear this, it will be too late
By the time you hear this, I'll be far away
Moving out at the break
niggas ain't shit
Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty
Motherfuck the bullshit talk -
Sometimes a day goes by
One whole entire day
When I don't think of her
Twenty-four hours pass
I look around and find
That I haven't thought
chips
I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th
Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6
Rather be judged by
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
with a drink in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
Twenty fours like hell, yeah
Twenty-five bricks, move work like chore
Hit Delaware twice, needed twenty-five more
I see flaw, cracks in your diamond
CB4 when you rhyme, Simple Simon
Most of our people are
Comfortable
Dey kan't see past da trap
Life ain't no game nigga
My Bruh got shot by sum gang banggahz
I done been on da
flow grill shit
Ain't got, worries on my mind
We'll be gone by nine
With you by my side
Girl, let's go for a drive
Hand between your thighs
Down the four
Armani Code, (Whoo!)
Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose
Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Oh)
I don't need no help, (Nah)
Done this by
freed
II) Manipulated by Will
With power to control I grasp all the weak
Twenty-four elders are who I seek
The fourth angel scorches with his fire
Follow
country girl what I got to give
My whole heap and hep of country fun,
Full of four wheel drive, dirt road and shotgun
Ain't nothing better than being out in
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
Everytime the world goes round
Twenty four hours pass away
And everytime the world goes round
I love you twenty four hours that day
Everytime
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
And twenty-four keeps breathing in my face
Like a mad whore
And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with
There's a fire beneath my skin
There's a fever that makes me ill
Got a love, a love that kills
I've got twenty-four hours to live, come back
There's a fire beneath my skin
There's a fever that makes me ill
Got a love, a love that kills
I've got twenty-four hours to live, come back
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