Dis type of shit happens everydayAll dem I'm under mourn for people pon stayBut none of dem have the guts to pull out and sprayNone of them have the guts to pull out and spray [echoes]{Young chop on the beat...}I got diamonds on my blockaServe it to my flocka, yeah, that's my flockaTo my flockaPray to lord on my shotta, she be properYeah, that's my flockaI'm that ferragamo hussein, (tom cruising) , rock of agesSemi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm jewishFuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my languageNowadays, niggas been at round tablestalking all that heinous languagePlutonica, insomniaPut that money on your head - balenciagi yarmulkeFifteen when I carried loads of them oziumsAnd them bag of nicks, I mean groceriesI mean daddy knows ain't no controlling meMy bad, looks cocky, might sagShe give me head before the assand never let no nigga smash; no puffing, no passWe breaking if we can get half - thank youfor making it last, get everything that you gotBreak me a piece of that off, rest in peace niggas I lostOh god, this shit too cold for the mink, yeBang, bang, bang. My niggas ain't tamedmight buried your ass in that sphinx, maneSip merlot, watch us make the champagne rainLet my ding-a-lang hangI'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reignWe running, summers, we runningspring and fall, jogging be nothingWinter, they cuffing, cuffing them upas they loving the same month as my niggas stuffingRiding through, rockin', shaka zuluBlock (crip) or whole family blue, (bloody) , yeah, suwooAin't you supposed to preachwhat you practice? Put a rubber on if you stabbingGet baptized if you baptistbut ain't it evil to live backwards?Holy ghost, hold onChakalu blakalu los - that's tongue for you niggas who lost
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Dis type of shit happens everyday
All dem I'm under mourn for people pon stay
But none of dem have the guts to pull out and spray
None of them have the guts to pull out and spray [echoes]
{Young chop on the beat...}
I got diamonds on my blocka
Serve it to my flocka, yeah, that's my flocka
To my flocka
Pray to lord on my shotta, she be proper
Yeah, that's my flocka
I'm that ferragamo hussein, (tom cruising) , rock of ages
Semi-god estate, gettin' cake, could've thought I'm jewish
Fuck, fuck, fuck, might lose your soul for my language
Nowadays, niggas been at round tables
talking all that heinous language
Plutonica, insomnia
Put that money on your head - balenciagi yarmulke
Fifteen when I carried loads of them oziums
And them bag of nicks, I mean groceries
I mean daddy knows ain't no controlling me
My bad, looks cocky, might sag
She give me head before the ass
and never let no nigga smash; no puffing, no pass
We breaking if we can get half - thank you
for making it last, get everything that you got
Break me a piece of that off, rest in peace niggas I lost
Oh god, this shit too cold for the mink, ye
Bang, bang, bang. My niggas ain't tamed
might buried your ass in that sphinx, mane
Sip merlot, watch us make the champagne rain
Let my ding-a-lang hang
I'm a southside nigga where the 'caine reign
We running, summers, we running
spring and fall, jogging be nothing
Winter, they cuffing, cuffing them up
as they loving the same month as my niggas stuffing
Riding through, rockin', shaka zulu
Block (crip) or whole family blue, (bloody) , yeah, suwoo
Ain't you supposed to preach
what you practice? Put a rubber on if you stabbing
Get baptized if you baptist
but ain't it evil to live backwards?
Holy ghost, hold on
Chakalu blakalu los - that's tongue for you niggas who lost
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