You niggas gonna have to start watching your motherfucking back real shit
I've gone plus a man you do the man all my dooms know that equals cash that equals
cash that equals cash a gun plus a mask that equals cash so if you're fucked up down to your last
life a gun and a mask gonna get you cash a gun plus a mask you do the man all my dooms know
that equals cash what you know about it niggas is that goonshit a case we put niggas house without
our broomstick so niggas come up off that bag all them pistols blast with the chopper at your house
blind in the grass they'll rob a nigga blind if they doing bad doing bad tape around the houndo
they don't use a mask so tell them words don't tell them no more lies line your family up against
the wall and open fire all you trap niggas up in checkers don't catch you slip fill in yourself
flashing it stun niggas don't come up miss you trappers don't drop off they can't you see them
out here they hurt they hurt that gun to your back it's a rivalry nigga that don't make it a murder
too late to talk when the shit hit the fangat chopper's own dick more drums than a van gonna
nigga down leave him where he stand high way to hell nigga better start praying to start praying
a gun plus a mask you do the math all my doons know that equals cash that equals cash that equals
cash a gun plus a mask that equals cash so if you're fucked up down to your leg a gun and a mask
go and get your cash a gun plus a mask you do the math all my doons know that equals cash walk up
to your house not move your dough and blow your ass up drop it up drop it up bitch i got a soda
Hold on.
F*** that bitch
Raised in this shit, mama, I got manners by me
But I get dirty, I forgot to get dirty
And then I'm on the run, I open the Alabama Creek
I'm hotter than you in the middle of summer
Sitting in the sun, I'm under the sun
I'm up in the Alabama street
She ain't bored, I can't load it
I'm going up, yeah, I'm going up with my dreams
My people, I got their poems reloaded
My soul is sold, it ain't sold
It's sweet, gold, it's golden
I need the potatoes, forget the frills
They did, I don't care, click, click
BAM!
And it's a boy and a man, don't let you care
Oh, come on, oh, come on, oh, come on
Oh, my God
I was taken away, what you know I'm not a nigger
And these days, they got me
And these days, I'm not a nigger
Oh, yeah
Now we out here pulling up
Pour some out for the homie
Paul Walker
Easy, biggie, big burn
Autumn niggas, they thirsty
Still got them
I hope so, so I can hit him
Let me, buddy, hold him
Now you can do it
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!
Really还充满脱 party.
Don't smash that beer can!
Fuck up, I'm going to spin it!
Woo!
Yeah!
Yeaaah!
Aw.
Hell, give me...
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