Alba s touto skladbou:
Tha Carter II,
Back to Base X,
Lock and Load - Kurupt - Lil' Wayne
[Chorus] 2x
We won, we won
And then we shot that BB gun
And they lost, and they lost
Til we took they shit, now its time to floss
To ya, to ya, 0-17 warfare
Life in the fast-lane, little red corvette
Little red handkerchief, hangin out the right side
Back pocket jeans fallin, Couple my evisu signed
Yep we do shine, and they gonâ hate
But they hated Jesus baby we wonât break
So we ride like 4 Pirelliâs
So secured no security, no protectin no comparing
Lok and heavy, Ocean 11
Aviators, both tickers, so figures
No playas, Iâm Hollygrove to the heart
Hollygrove from the start
Donât cross their heart
Boulevard weâre the war I come from
171 shot, never that (blum blum)
Brrrt Brrrt! Pop Pop! Clap Clap!
What the fuck, Hollygrove stand up Nigga!
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Get âem get âem Weezy hit âem where you kill âem easy
Sit em in the river, leave em, they find em tomorrow evening
Sinkin or probly drinkin that syrup
Thinkin I wonât slip, even though Iâm leanin like a broke hip
He donât know I got the nina wit the 4 clip
Thats a somersault back spin full flip for ya?
Push this button, I flip out and hit something
Miss nothin i'm just bustin until this scene clean
12 hundred for the jeans stop playin
Hundred dollars for the glock in my pants
Who the man? I am when I stand with it pointed right at ya face
Knock the brains from the back of ya neck for lack of respect
I- strap a jet black gat âtil the deck
Tell the mama to bury me with that, No Bullshittinâ
My hood getting kinda crazy where I be
So Ronie's with me cuz he's the OG
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Fresh out the back seat of the figgity phantom
The haters I make em mad em when I wave at em like what up?!
If it ain't about money I keep goin
I tryna get that green, niggas tryna mow my lawn
But Fuck, them boys I got the shottie on my arm
If them boys run up I leave their bodies on the lawn
And Duck the fuck out a there, cuz baby its hot out there
If this was a movie itâs time to roll the credits, cut!
Its all over, all of ya brains is all over the motherfuckinâ block!
Iâm a motherfuckinâ rock!
Hard body eagle street 17 shots
Night vision double-clip, hot steady beam, glat! Pop!
Drop little man drop
This is not for little bitches you man or a fox
Iâm layin in the drop, thinking of more money
Cash money, young money
Take money, your money.
[Chorus]
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