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  • Want you yeah yeah
    Could you
    Why you cuddle it a hard I sleep with the four
    Official pistol gang we be the reapers of war
    It doesn't mean that you're welcome cause you're kicking the door
    I'm the boss why you filing grievances for
    Graph writers use the thump out toys
    Keep em both eyes open for them jump out boys
    I will body mother******s if they pump that noise
    Been down since this gold three become fat boys
    Let me fall back let me take a sip at the bar
    Cause vinnie in the hood like I'm fixing your car
    I'm the overlord I don't need permission from y'all
    I get a migraine every time I listen to y'all
    Listen y'all ain't never living the best
    With em hollow tip bullets spit quicker than ritz
    The nine always concealed I'm letting his ************* breathe
    Your body gonna be mistaken for swiss cheese
    The front and the back what you want where you at
    When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
    Where the blunt where the gat
    Where the funk where the strap
    When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap

    The andol

    This another hell storm point blank male born
    The ambulance take you away and not care gone
    Dirt ************* in a backpack full of krylon
    Move rock for y'all without seeing the pylon
    None of y'all could ever be on the level that I'm on
    Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion
    Jeffrey hunter need to find another place to die on
    I don't know what drugs y'all mother******s high on
    Whoever told you you should do it gave you bad advice
    I'mma put a few in you then blast you in the afterlife
    You ain't even half as nice bloodier than passion christ
    You want a body give me a pen a bottle and glass of ice
    I'mma do it my way fi*************ng out of my male
    Chase of every fine glass of wine with a latte
    My music age well like it's related to shadai
    Vinnie put a few shots into you like bombay
    The front and the back what you want where you at
    When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
    Where the blunt where the gat
    Where the funk where the strap
    When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
  • [00:07.28]Want you yeah yeah
    [00:10.58]Could you
    [00:11.42]Why you cuddle it a hard I sleep with the four
    [00:13.95]Official pistol gang we be the reapers of war
    [00:16.65]It doesn't mean that you're welcome cause you're kicking the door
    [00:19.45]I'm the boss why you filing grievances for
    [00:22.24]Graph writers use the thump out toys
    [00:24.22]Keep em both eyes open for them jump out boys
    [00:27.06]I will body mother******s if they pump that noise
    [00:29.60]Been down since this gold three become fat boys
    [00:32.24]Let me fall back let me take a sip at the bar
    [00:35.16]Cause vinnie in the hood like I'm fixing your car
    [00:37.72]I'm the overlord I don't need permission from y'all
    [00:40.39]I get a migraine every time I listen to y'all
    [00:43.10]Listen y'all ain't never living the best
    [00:45.82]With em hollow tip bullets spit quicker than ritz
    [00:48.59]The nine always concealed I'm letting his ************* breathe
    [00:51.32]Your body gonna be mistaken for swiss cheese
    [00:54.10]The front and the back what you want where you at
    [00:56.62]When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
    [00:59.25]Where the blunt where the gat
    [01:00.58]Where the funk where the strap
    [01:01.96]When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
    [01:05.95]
    [01:09.89]The andol
    [01:13.18]
    [01:15.67]This another hell storm point blank male born
    [01:18.36]The ambulance take you away and not care gone
    [01:21.06]Dirt ************* in a backpack full of krylon
    [01:23.85]Move rock for y'all without seeing the pylon
    [01:26.48]None of y'all could ever be on the level that I'm on
    [01:29.25]Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion
    [01:31.90]Jeffrey hunter need to find another place to die on
    [01:34.64]I don't know what drugs y'all mother******s high on
    [01:37.47]Whoever told you you should do it gave you bad advice
    [01:40.15]I'mma put a few in you then blast you in the afterlife
    [01:42.75]You ain't even half as nice bloodier than passion christ
    [01:45.43]You want a body give me a pen a bottle and glass of ice
    [01:48.23]I'mma do it my way fi*************ng out of my male
    [01:50.81]Chase of every fine glass of wine with a latte
    [01:53.36]My music age well like it's related to shadai
    [01:56.24]Vinnie put a few shots into you like bombay
    [01:58.81]The front and the back what you want where you at
    [02:01.30]When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap
    [02:03.98]Where the blunt where the gat
    [02:05.33]Where the funk where the strap
    [02:06.68]When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap