I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat heat, niggas better run like athletes I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga My Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the Glock Uh, you that nigga on the low-low You're the nigga, you're the one that be talkin' to the po-pos Porsche sittin' on Forgi's Niggas can't afford these The Panamera shittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies, not 9-11 I'm the nigga with the juice But I'll never do my nigga like Pac did Q Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? Bitch, who do you love? I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big, and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big (Wassup)
Comin from the valley where the sun is burning above my city hear the devil in dome whispers from my homie gone and hit the grave hear there voices and its ducking with my brain I only fucks with the gang sense day one when I Ben down for the cause Az up till the caskets falls
Une erreur on t'baise ta mère hein Lis bien l'protocole Baise la BAC, la juge, et fleuris la Il faut qu'les potos sortent, écoute: Follow moi, si tu veux des gros ceaux-mor Au chtar on est tous muets Donc l'OPJ fait l'monologue Un verre de sang un gros joint d'seum Ca donne un titre hardcore Mi amor j'suis né dans l'bloc Donc au poste on nie à bloc Mes soldats on l'bas Lacoste Et mes ients-cli vont s'balader Sacré paradoxe Mais la vie m'a pas raté Les fils de teur-poin faudrait qu'ils périssent Tous les chemins mènent à Rome donc Faut qu'on quitte Paris (hein) Faut qu'on quitte Paris Et qu'on s'envole vers Venise Mais tire encore deux barres: Ca c'est c'que les teh me disent Tu veux du lourd y'a pas d'scoucis Des sous pour m'assoupir Les chtars nous suivent Ca gratte sous, weed Et pour l'instant j'ai pas d'groupie
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I got a shorty name Texas Syn She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal We turnt up in the studio late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, nigga, thought I told you If you a player in the game, this should hold you And man shout my nigga Game he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu at Nobu A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my nigga, homie got an open case But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big, and my gang too big Young Money shit, me and Lil Wayne too big Imma crush that ass even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big (Wassup)
Drakes record company paid rappin 4 tay I heard 200k for basically ripping off his whole verse from playas club and fake ass drake ain’t even give tay a shoutout!
Im from a gang where we chuck 3s and throw the S find out what you made of You can tell that I gangbang by the way my chucks laced up Was really in that kitchen i was tryna get the pay up Hood name lil boy i had to get my weight up Then I hit the set its pushups and all pullups That tray pound jam have your whole block shook up Its just me and silly wipe our noses when we meet up Dont even shake my hand less you give me 3 up I'M deUCE times 3 my lil homies get you beat up Headed bac to Compton thats where i get my re up I took 50 shots from a gang called treetop Was in the hospital eyes blurry with my feet up Cause when i was on the ground i was breathin out gunsmoke 5 months later got me inhalin blunt smoke Then i got introduced to my bestfriend revolver If i dont catch him outside ima get his mama The DA raiding cribs i aint worried bout the drama You can tell crash ima gun down your honour Cuz when that barrel spinnin got me feelin like a monster S.I.P. fade drive bys out the honda LURKIN in yo hood n we both had revolvers Im Beefin with the jungles so I had to bring the thunder Cuz when it rains bullets you better hide your mother Gunnin down police have that boy undercover👉 Westside Sons of Samoa
First off rest in peace to Mac dreezy reppin Reno it's the biggest little city bet She Neva Seen a real bitch like me and you know sammi be be a killa but sweet and you know I'm from Northern Cali not the bay but the 209 Los Banos is the place Mas vale sola que mal acompanada y mi mantengo loca while I'm smoking Marijuana Simon Just tryna get faded with the homies and these fake perras act like they know me we gon sip and get a little but tipsy then after that we rollin up the sticky it's going going down tonight and you know that's right Ya know up to no good when we crusin down the hood lookin firme con todo mi gente better watch your back or we pullin out the cuete
I'm the one with the plugs no really, my whole crew on a lap top you wanna make it to the top spot gotta be a grunt before you can be a King pistol in pocket on 99 percent going inside subway take it put full clip ICMP intercepter ng have those cookies off or you getting session jacked click clack ratatat if the feds lurking Imma cut off the connection learn the trade from the hood and I brought it out to Tempe where the 6 recruited the x wing Bluetooth on talking code and we're strong do not forget do not forgive if you in the club jack the screen and then switch to mix it's peanut butter jelly time with a baseball bat shout out to my anons fuck it mask off stressing over advantage cause the airforce always has to mad dog bitch who do you love vans longs socks like thugs cop me a Nintendo 64 cap and we're all in it tell capn america to keep the record spinning all we are is winning all we do is ride...where the fuck is my pie?
On 14st iBe Spazzin Watch How You Drive thru Garden Itchy Finger Really ActiVe Is U Real Or is Acting Bc Nigga onna Rado Block Shit Get CracciN She Put it in And I start Smaking They don't understand since uh Kid iBeen Pistol PaccN My Demon Told Ima Savage Looked at hem and told him forever we gone let them niggas have it sum homies switch shit happens thats why stay yo gotta stay to yo self and be yo own captain i Seen Sum Shit You Couldn't imagine Shit Really Hurt you Had to See Broode Sitting casket
ne erreur on t'baise ta mère hein Lis bien l'protocole Baise la BAC, la juge, et fleuris la Il faut qu'les potos sortent, écoute: Follow moi, si tu veux des gros [?] Au chtar on est tous muets Donc l'OPJ fait l'monologue Un verre de sang un gros join d'seum Ca donne un titre hardcore Mi amor j'suis né dans l'bloc Donc au poste on nie à bloc Mes soldats on l'bas Lacoste Et mes ients-cli vont s'balader Sacré paradoxe Mais la vie m'a pas raté Les fils de teur-poin faudrait qu'ils périssent Tous les chemins mènent à Rome donc Faut qu'on quitte Paris (hein) Faut qu'on quitte Paris Et qu'on s'envole vers Venise Mais tire encore deux barres: Ca c'est c'que les terh me disent Tu veux du lourd y'a pas d'scoucis Des sous pour m'assoupir Les chtars nous suivent Ca gratte sous, weed Et pour l'instant j'ai pas d'groupie Tu m'vois pas sur l'droit ch'min C'est qu'j'ai trouvé un raccourcis On m'a dit bsartek le son Mais comme j'suis [?] j'ai pas rougis
