| How you keepin' peace? |
| without my peace no I can’t sleep
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| My lil pop it and he 'bout to creep I drop the I smell that pussy
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| Don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my shit extended
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| Just like my bitch extensions
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| Nah you ain’t hangin' out with the gang I checked out your credentials
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| We use to beatin' on you niggas like you instrumentals
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| Nah I ain’t fakin' like I’m savage it’s just semi-mental
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| My hollow tip fly out the Glock I land it on your temple
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| I did that for my brother and yea I know that nigga dead
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| He was a head so ima on ya (rrrra)
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| We creepin' down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
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| Don’t got no love when I said «fuck ya» (fuck)
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| Whenever we talkin' 'bout slidin' bitch I’m head honcho (bitch i’m head honcho)
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| Whoever be on they side we need they head pronto (come here give me that)
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| Brody got no mind, that nigga went dead honchos
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| I know some hoovers come through your set like broncos
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| clip reloads
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| Stay on the line, free throw
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| Playing with metal, magneto
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| Bitch i’m a boss we ain’t equal
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| Spin on the block if I miss spin again for a sequel
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| Come in the gang I teach you,
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| Have things lookin' to eat ya
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| Glizzy be yelling like «preach it»
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| Clean up the block, go on the street with a sweeper
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| How you keepin' peace? |
| without my peace no I can’t sleep
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| My lil pop it and he 'bout to creep I drop the I smell that pussy
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| Don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my shit extended
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| Just like my bitch extensions
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| Nah you ain’t hangin' out with the gang I checked out your credentials
|
| We use to beatin' on you niggas like you instrumentals
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| Nah I ain’t fakin' like I’m savage it’s just semi-mental
|
| My hollow tip fly out the Glock I land it on your temple
|
| I did that for my brother and yea I know that nigga dead
|
| He was a head so ima on ya (rrrra)
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| We creepin' down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
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| Don’t got no love when I said «fuck ya» (fuck)
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| Crease a nigga, hot iron
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| Burn his skin, Glock nine
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| Pull up on him, stop sign
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| Let it bark, rottweiler
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| We nail all the ops, ain’t no more smokin' that, we just stop violence
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| Niggas beefed on that, we caught him up close, and they got silent
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| We don’t do the internet, 40 to a nigga neck, shorty really into that
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| Get a nigga T wet, stretchin' like a V-neck, bullets gon reject
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| Pull up in a T-rex and I hit niggas D-reck, know its a G-check
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| Pussy we need that ain’t gon say nothin' back but just know that we seen that
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| How you keepin' peace? |
| without my peace no I can’t sleep
|
| My lil pop it and he 'bout to creep I drop the I smell that pussy
|
| Don’t want that seventeen no more, cause all my shit extended
|
| Just like my bitch extensions
|
| Nah you ain’t hangin' out with the gang I checked out your credentials
|
| We use to beatin' on you niggas like you instrumentals
|
| Nah I ain’t fakin' like I’m savage it’s just semi-mental
|
| My hollow tip fly out the Glock I land it on your temple
|
| I did that for my brother and yea I know that nigga dead
|
| He was a head so ima on ya (rrrra)
|
| We creepin' down like pedophiles we let that lead touch ya
|
| Don’t got no love when I said «fuck ya» (fuck) |