Pictures of plenty | Sippin' my glass full of henny | Hands on my semi-
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Pictures of plenty Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggas die wit' open eyes Scare to take a nap It's a trap a long maze Dreamin' of gettin' stacks Makin' scratch the wrong way What the song say We murder motherfuckers daily Black out blow the track out My lyrics neva fail me It's like a throne That he dont even own He won't sit down, given the crown He just throws it around It's like a joke he's like a king But he don't rule a thing He dont want the diamonds Want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the fame don't want the loot He's in it for the sport Runnin circles round his Competition on the court He appreciates your support But he ain't beggin' for it And you can't love it you can Hate it but you can't ignore it You can't be that ignorant But you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint Or the one before it And he was gonna raise Hell like them country boys And if I'm frontin then you Better come confront me for it The pin stripes and the gray (uh-huh) The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt I'm sewing tigers on my shirt And alligators Ya wanna see the inside, huh, I see ya later Here come the drama, oh That's that nigga wit the fake, blaow! Why you punch me in my face Stay in ya place Play ya position, here come my intuition Go in this nigga pocket You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep Often, it's a young nigga, in a coffin Tryin blossom, got shot down walkin, heh Bleek a high to hot guy, turned cold Bring the body bag, see the bullet hole and a burned soul Don't cry, he chose the life Fast lane, in the brain, he supposed to fight How you smile at a momma when she lost a child? I inhale strong weed then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west Like yay-yo Nigga's pull out when I say so Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal Efficiently I delete then flee The art of war Livin' sucka free Get wit' me Motherfucker don't sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggas close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep
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