This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]
Back of the liqueur store bout' to blaze this joint Got some dice in my hand My man says six is your point Trying to hit the hard way so I can break like Steve Miller Take the money then I run son I'm a lover and a killer
This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]
I feel like god and the devil I'm a saint I'm a sinner I'm a hard rocking' Hard headed Hard sick summer winner I'm a kush blazing' Bush chasing Product of the city And I ain't asking for your love And I don't want your pity So girl don't talk about me shitty Don't act all high and ditty If your man keep playing me funny I'mma come take all his money And leave him holy from this blessing With my four pound smith and Wesson Better watch out who you're stressing Fuck around you'll learn your lesson
This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]
Back of the liqueur store trying to break these chumps Bunch of heads in a circle, daddy's handing out lumps Trying to shake these bones I'm trying to get these shoes But yo they all think Whitey's cheating Cause tonight I can't lose. They wanna take my funds But I'mma blaze my guns We're burning sensations And heart palpitations Why you breathing so heavy While your palms are sweaty And if you thinking bout' a stick' move Word to god you ain't ready
This is the warning...I warned you baby [x3 (sample)]