Hard body muthafuka got a heart of a killa
young guard in the building bouta start a religion
bouta call Bin Laden up and order some missiles
bring them straight to your block and go to war with you bitches
if u hit the head been to rest falin position
shoot a nigga from on his porch and make him fall in his kitchen
cop the big boy porche with all the specifics
and I keep that torch baby call me Olympics
red white blue pill flippin skills like gymnasts
and never give bitch money blood or kidneys
when the gun goes pow I be at the finish
with the medal around my neck autographed from my -------
the land of the murder dough crack and syringes
pull up on ya in the coupe
how fast is your engine
never talk to those that sat on the benches
boy, I was in the game on 4th and inches
these niggas want the business
ima give these boys the business
she fukin witht he boy that tought toys before christmas
got all these ho's trippin, got al these ho's strippin, and we aint PSC but these bitches know we tippin
I just bought a pint and aint of yall sippin
make my friends buy they own, f**k em I'm tired of being friendly
I aint gotta lie I'm just tryin to be with me
bitches up in heaven waitin on me to die to be with me
I'm crazy for being wayne,no is wayne just crazy, I've been around I'm still around like the geicko cavemen
hairpin trigga know I won't shave it
I spot hip hop in the ocean I'm gon save it
the south is so dirty bitch u can't bathe it
holly grove dog and I feel like matin
baby girl ur pussy lookin so vacant
and its f**k you and f**k Georgia bush not makin, f**k waist deep I'm in over my head
but its cool ima make it, I'm good like makin
ur girl wants me to come round like regan
ur boyfriend is softer than the cartin the eggs in,
I don't fear nothing but god and weddings
at the top of my paper like I'm startin a heading
my homie santana yea that's my ace
you may know us as I can't feel my face
(verse 2)
see they don't know where I came from
but they know where I'm goin and ill tell u just how the top feels when I'm on
in the game I'm no cheetah, ima tiger, ima cougar, ima panther, ima bingo, ocho cinco
I'm illie shirts softer than gillie, in a pair of gucci flops feelin free-er than wilie, when them niggas left I gotta little but chilly
but I just let it burn like the end of the philly
weezy
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