Lyrics:
hostage by a dillinger
I saw the end for this rebel
Cause I was dealin with the devil
Chorus: repeat 2X
Pull up your skirt
Do it like it's ’sposed be done
Ain’t no fun if the homies can't have none
And after we get to ya, get with ya
Get through ya, stick
when that Wu-Tang rocked wishing hip Hop
Come on back to me
All' them opportunities I let Go by all' them days lost getting high
Come on back to me
My Whitney my Whitney
So beautiful in the way you tempt me, Whitney
When we pass on we pass on alone, Whitney
No calls no phones, Whitney
Beauty by
Make it home tonight
Be the number one smuggler in the area
Got enough weight to fill up and aircraft carrier
Herb slanger, Hustler Incorporated
I'm outro-
I ain't really wit the fame tho, but it come wit the grind bro,
Look, I can spit forever like a Llama-
Wit da rap I bully niggas make em run
It's the illest son of Dominican immigrants who be packing the
Loaded lyrical Dillinger, come at your neck like Dracula
Back with a phat rap, I get
& the Glock man
Please stay in your lane or come up dead nigga - Yeah
Got funny n*ggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em
[Verse 15: Daz]
Draped in blue the notorious gangsta crew
RIP for n*ggas who don't stay true
Deep
Carrey her to the cemetery to bury her
Listen busters, scarier when I finger fuck her
After I dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard
Ohhh!!!!!
David Dark comin at 'em
He's got fucking ultimate fighting championship moves!
Here comes Spidey
He's not fucking really Spidey
His moves didn't
at a time
Why my mind wanders why you're talking
Why I get up in the night and leave the bed cold
Why I stay up for days
When she comes around
This is
You don't make up for your sins in church
You do it in the streets
You do it at home
The rest is bullshit
I swallowed my pride and never seen it
a child of God
Do something
I been up against ropes
Everything you're going through
I been there before (yeah)
Seen them all come (I've been there
down
They come up with this perfectly clean round
But I hope you not doin' this cause of fear
Of the pen, I'ma prove you pussy within
But I guess it's up
You can never touch my stuff I got the gang outside
We buy we don't lay-by
Make guap with our suits and tie
Pull up my gang by pressing rive
We 'bout
your gang is
Just dorks waiting til your day comes
DJ cooking up gourmet, bruh
Each day, butcher cuts, store paper
Mula maker maneuvre great
at the movies
If I'm heated I'm off to get Caribou Lou to cool me
Created by Tech Nizzle and T. Wizzle one high day
We mixed it up and then I say we treat
cause
But they name, Bone come out
To slip it and stamp it with y'all here
Roll with the dick and straight haul up
Feeling him, hit him up back on,
I spit dem stranger things an
Turn your world upside-down
Come step into my world
Welcome to the underground
See you know what it is
Whenever I come
to my flame
I stay focused, never lose sight
The drive within me, it burns so bright
I'm building an empire, brick by brick
A hundred bands, the ultimate
the ultimate
Yeah that's perfect
Cause I'm as ultimate as money can get
So get the ghetto blaster, boombox
Whatever you call it
Grab it by the handle and start
motherfucker
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers got your back
'Cause when it comes down to it, we outs to clown
It's them
Let tell you that I like how you looking at me
All up on the stage rocking like a regular G
Say me and you can mix like coke and Henny
Come smoke
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