me in the mirror when I'm doing my stabbing And she ain't into punks, giving 'em bruises and bumps And she know I blow big, so she be twisting my blunts
I'ma let you feel my heartbeat Chest to chest, can you feel my heartbeat? Pull up your dress, can you feel my heartbeat? We get the sweatin', you can feel my
my message gettin' through? Do you feel me baby Oh babe, 'cause I can feel you You play it so cool Won't let nothin' show through Won't show what you're feeling
my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill And that rolex in your hand, understand? Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise (swartzaniggaz): I can feel my
heard but we'll take you for your goods I wish you would come to my neck of the woods Come to my hood, better bring a tek to my hood And we be buccin'
like the party going on in my house. Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year. Because there aint no party like the party going on in my
' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey I got my converse check, my pistol check My vest
the Underground king Now you hear me (Oooh!), now you feel me (Oooh!) Now you love it nigga we still thuggin My twenty-fours rubbin cause my rims are too heavy I got my
do it man, Lil' Flipper underground legend You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me I ain't fuck off my budget you gotta feel me haa haa Yeah y'all buyin
ha ha, feelin' it Yeah I'm feelin' this one We talkin' bout music Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode My music
East, I'm connected on the West I ain't sayin' I'm the best but I feel like I'm blessed I got thirty on my neck and twenty in my mouth But if I feel
months is when I usually drop it But you don't hear me I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock You know my heat stay cocked, nigga Now
fuck with you fakers, we keep a gat for jackers Them shots will hit your ass, harder than a linebacker I got a chip on my shoulder, I got three clips in my
short and tall but not too thick I just walk in the spot and take my pick And they wanna roll cause they like my style And when I pop my collar I make
, just to get my mind clear That's why I smoke so much, 'cause it relieve my stress Just imagine, everyday I gotta wear my vest I gotta watch my back
when I'm pissed off my attitude is fuck you I'm like a tattoo, I never go away That's why I ride with a tech and the throw-away All my niggaz and my
flip lettin' dem hollows rip Right at yo chest plate i cant fuckin wait Until a nigga cross my path you do the math I got thirty in my clip tell dem
Heatmakers, I can spit it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper You wonder why I never mix and mingle I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my