Guess What Song It Is Atleast Who It By(part4)?
Posted by: Alan in Cat Health Problem, tags: Atleast, Bypart4, Guess, Song, What
who is this line by
Hit me, F***** that shyt its the ******* side
got a fair dick wen your mouth wide
i from to take it outside naw do it right here
how bout later on get on everybody home
you f********* with *************
ridin with your ***** got keys on the lady
triple gold keys
both tires on the whip
young quarters sliding out
im flyer then the whip yeee
higher then an angel or hotter then the devil
the pot or kettle uh
the metal let ‘em burn like ursher but first uh
if its any beef i come ridin like mercer
word up eagle street up
throwin my curve up
we take your ice cream and turn you into shurbut
i got flow im like sure but
if its bout doh im like sure naw
im from ************
************ you niçças *******
i see your lips moving but i aint heard much
you see the wrist movin it looks like pure punch
i hear them player hatin but i dont endure such
i got the escalade guts like a tour bus
i got the styrafome poured up but syrup
and in the tires is where the packages gone
might of spent a good deal with these firestones
i spit like myes pome pomes cromas
coulda buy his chromosomes i got somas
i got vikedisvalis i aint stoppin
i got powere heroin X oxiv cotton
if thats how we rockin
hot when u hear that bop unless im beatboppin
ye skip when you hear dat clip
************** niçça im that shyt *************
who is this one by
god damn right im feelin my self
a shofer no sir im willing my self
lookin for a chick feelin for self
so i could show her the suicides and talk her into killin herself
im havin problems dealin with wealth
but you wouldnt understand it until u get a million urself
you niçças must of got a deal for your health
your cd is frozen food it just chill on the shelf
i spend big
at any time i could start splurgin
the twin sigs open chest like a heart surgen
and im button up im chest a blue collar crook
but i keep a stack thich as few college books
i got a new polished look and 20 dime bitchez
to show y’all niçças how my 2 dollars look
the boy got at least 6 digits on
so the guns gotta be at least migit long
the money is like 10 bridges long
i throw bread around just to turn pigeons on
i got some good smoke just for puffers
the 2 gram 20’s make the husltas suffer
plus its fluffa then a cotton ball
ive gotten calls wantin me to put the pattin malls
but nowadys you cant put it pass them
i got a dan marino arm
im bout to throw sum bullets pass em
and the niçças in the hood keep quotin ma lines
i dont jump ships i keep floatin in mine
long as i keep tokin im fine
ima hav these dick *****n niçças deepthroatin the nine
i jumped in the england ship
benz n whip
its terminator two chrome the engines diff
im readin scripts tho not the penmanship
the box off this shyt
im box off this b*****
jessica alba kirsten dunce
n still make a mill on a first in months
these dudes be the first to front
till they family n frens is in limos
they in hurs in front
im in the top position
i could make u a proposition
im in a hard top waitin on a drop addition
the hell with the patients
ima send a niçça down under like a spelt your vacations
n who is this one by
im tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y’all
i work hard for the fame the game stressin me y’all
all they do is complain what the expect from me y’all
from the hood to hollywood they respected me y’all
n even over seas they acceptin me y’all
all the ladies show me love the dawgs reppin me y’all
i got alot of dirty money so expect me to ball
but im savin all my checks im investin them all
they say what goes up is goin definatily far
in the stars plus success is ma destiny y’all
look i cook tracks i got the recipe y’all
you cant name another cat that could mess with me y’all
at the shows all the h*es be molestin me y’all
i got broads cryin tryin to get next to me y’all
i got broads cravin bavin to hav xxx wit me y’all
screamin ****** you dont kno how sexy you are
and im happy im alive god blessin me y’all
and all the problems that arive is god testin me y’all
so i pray everyday but i aint prayin too much
cuz i be sinnin everyday so i aint prayin enough
and we callin compete and i aint sayin im tough
but if its beef i dont speak i aint sayin wassup
if its beef when we meet then im sprayin shyt up
bra bra i aint sayin too much and thats that
cuz that cat u embrassin wit luv
might clap that gat cuz he got hate in his blood
keep ur frens at a distance and your enemies close
cuz the folks you call frens end up envy the most
some cats will hang themself if u giv ‘em a rope
burn a bridge and dont give them a boat let ‘em sink
sometimes you gotta give them some time to let them think
but sometime you gotta give them the nine and let ‘em stink
you cant bring any horse to the pine n let em drink
i’d rather keep my eyes wide open then let em blink
cuz soon as ur eyes shut them niçças will ride up
and the guys that you trust will be get
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