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GrandeMarshall
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2-3 Shidd
Young nigga all in my veins Old nigga all in my mind Street nigga all in the game Hold up track, my niggas wylin My niggas rushing to function We ain't with that fuck shit Niggas step to me wrong You's a bird, let's see if you duck shit Lil homie he bout that Work on the og behave From a pound of haze to a 40 set Stacking paper I'm clocking mad Them bitches still bitching Them snitches still snitching Trigger finger itching, itching, hold here 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 What's the mission? If they taking over, we take it down Build it up, we break it down I'm 30 deep at your door step Got 20 niggas still coming round I got fed time in my pocket I got county time in my socks nigga One time on my dick and I got no time for these fuck niggas But just hit the bricks inhale that dosia in my lungs nigga 4 hunned for that pound About 2 hunned for that zip nigga Could have chop that trees but I moved that water Served that order, cha, cha, cha served your daughter
[Hook] All my niggas ride What you thought this was a game nigga Insane, these youngings they ain't playing with ya All my niggas ride Sang my plans and show my ass What you saying nigga Pulling up nigga, bang nigga What you thought this was a game nigga Insane, these youngings they ain't playing with ya Super face and show my thangs but you saying nigga bang nigga
i hate them nappy headed niggas who get harrassed by the feds Bang with trigger happy figures A couple of fades, a couple of dreads My niggas is east and west certified My murder ties is under raps Reporting live from that murder cap Calm game, that drama black Word of that, you heard of that That curbing's rap we working at My niggas since like middle school Done put me on to all of that That flipping cell, that liquid shell That eyeball work don't need a scale Get your money, fuck a hoe Keep your eyes open and your mouth closed Niggas know, bitches heard Local cops pressing on my nerves House smelling like oh word What you call that, oh word? Nah nigga that's that yap yap That yay mean, that yerly derl That pussy in my lap, she always call She's not even my girl She just wanna get smoked up Bitch you know I taught you better Roll up a twig, give her a cig Write that joint a love letter I'm pimp tight, been slight Kisses on that clit'll make your bitch bite Eyes wide, visions of a star She seeing dollar signs All good, no champs in my bro hand I be coming down, gripping grain, Fifteen all smooth
Rang, rang my cellphone Could be my lady, could be some hoes And the thang changes like game fame except how many I plan to ball Niggas like you doing the thang Come on dog, it's what I been up on My mind on money, eyes on honeys I ain't got no time to watch the throne
[Hook] All my niggas ride What you thought this was a game nigga Insane, these youngings they ain't playing with ya All my niggas ride Sang my plans and show my ass What you saying nigga Pulling up nigga, bang nigga What you thought this was a game nigga Insane, these youngings they ain't playing with ya Super face and show my thangs but you saying nigga. bang nigga
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