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Q Da Fool
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Digital Dash
hey y'all, on the beat hey y'all, on the beat street shooter man, Let's get it nigga Hey y'all, boom bitch
Bless all y'all with the digital days Just rode up I auction the half All this cover at least with a hash Get a bag and I spend it fast said we'd be fame and I know you ain't gonna lie Shoot point blank range, then laugh Kill this old jacket, in the rain (kills jacket) I got us so yeah I could brag (I could brag) I know that nigga they get my point 50 pointers make they bitches point Smoke a nigga like I'm smoking a joint You a snitch, you a pig, you oink (Oink)
I shoot 'em like sharp rockets through the joint I robbing all the banks, i think my name Lloyd When I was locked up I was eating rice and soya when you was locked up you were selling out boys Big bone rubbing me boy you flipping the cool My dick in your bitch pussy joint (for real) Stick to the ho like brand ward (stick to her) Don't mean right down to my other joint We shoot, he shoot, then I shoot never miss 'em and I shoot as they guilty
Status to all my sisters, none of them pet name is like Robin Givens I am robbing Dominicans, I be gigantic When I get that mill you know I'm gonna spend it They hate the fake, you know that I feel it I carry a glock, you know I conceal it Niggas speak up, bitch you never talk Back biting brothers should get you lost Rich shooters they be spilling the sauce I'm in a Rolls Royce, your bitch licking my balls Skrrrr
We getting it, owned out 50 bitches We pimping 16 it's a pity, double cup, we sipping bitch Rara, G-wagon, Michael Draco, guess what I'm dripping Shooter boy V talk down on a nigga, that's how we livin' When I could be here crippin' Blue hundreds no clappin' Hold up bitch she trippin' I'm just trying to stay consistent Two Patek, double wrist 'em 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Two piles double whip 'em Threw my brother out the system, who cooking? That's your sister (earn respect) Got respect that's power, money tall like a tower Betting certain by the hour Never split flower, cower
Fuck this bitch they cowards battle bitch, hotels, bitch And what about the next, you know I'm with a real one You know I'm going round with 'em All these gangs and their jokes ain't got no time and these brothers that kill it just know how to rhyme You running up they gonna blow your shine
Fuck that little bitch, I live a life of crime If I kill you bitch that mean your life is mine Ugh, ugh You say you shot me bitch, I ain't never been shot Nigga why you lying? Catch it on back 'cause you know you dying Rich shooters flee deep and you know they shine Get some bro's that's bloods nigga, they sly I ain't about to crash out again, I'm trying well you got sizzled on, nigga you was crying And my brothers on, now all my brothers shining Sporting my bitches, all my bitches whining Niggas my cars all shit designer
Bless all y'all with the digital days Just rode up I auction the half All this cover at least with a hash Get a bag and I spend it fast said we'd be fame and I know you ain't gonna lie Shoot point blank range, then laugh Kill this old jacket, in the rain (kills jacket) I got us so yeah I could brag (I could brag)
Bless all y'all with the digital days Just rode up I auction the half All this cover at least with a hash Get a bag and I spend it fast said we'd be fame and I know you ain't gonna lie Shoot point blank range, then laugh Kill this old jacket, in the rain (kills jacket) I got us so yeah I could brag (I could brag)
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