I ride in a Rose With Bullet proof Doors One call to my goons They invade yo Home Im out here gettin Money I take care my Business Two rings on, Two chains on Im ridin round and gettin it Nigga out here bumpin guns like we aint gone get em, nigga think we playin games till we catch him slippin Get a tag on yo toes, hope yo casket fit ya, yo mama cryin in the church with yo baby sister. Fuckin with that white girl, call her Taylor Swift Put that pistol to yo face, you'll get a face lift Nigga keep talkin, In yo own grave Boy we shootin on sight, so you DOA
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I got this black bitch, she a fine ass model I like to sqeeze her ass, i like to hear her holla When my funds low, she'll go and get them dollars What i love about her, She solve all problems
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She solve all problems, She solve all problems, She solve all problems, She solve all problems, What i love about her, She solve all problems, She solve all problems, She solve all problems
Verse: 2
Hundred rounds, no way Im missin fuck the snitch believe no witness, Now you sleepin with the fishes, should've mind yo fucknin business Strait up out the Three Six Mafia Run up on ya, then pop ya Have ya body missin for a hundred years, Jimmy Hoffa All my niggas real, just dealers and killers, and you won't know who a killer, until he kill ya Don't Blame me, take a look in the mirror You a bitch in the streets, but you gangsta on Twitter We got them guns, Memphis niggas call em yoppaz, When we pull them bitches out nigga wanna talk you tough as king kong when you with your partners but they too busy run it to even see who shot you