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Conejo
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I'll Make You Famous
When you run with killers you become ah killer Sixteen in check from the strap for realer Pop's left I was ah welfare kid So who's the one to blame for the shit I did I'm one hundred in the street trying to make ah buck For sticking foo's up is where I got my work Loyalty to royal T spoon fed the fein Though I jeopordized their life The game's so deep I go hard and the pot stay with me Ain't no killings in the park since we got them fifty's Them black B.M's cause the hood get paid Ese flooding other states like ah fucking crusade One eighty-seven and drugs be like steak and eggs Presidents know what's best cause we break they legs It sound aggressive it's what they whispering man If this lames can't hang get the fuck out my lane
I'll make you famous I don't save no hoe's Ese real murder cases no reality shows Things change you know the business get grimy Ese fuck what they talking they got nothing on me And I'm sheisty they better come at me right Specially trying to cop their fucking bricks of the white I get my grind on I play it smart in the street Just ah G from the block low pro and discreet
Ah Mexican psycho is how you best address me Little homies know whazz up Your baby mama just text me She's sexy like ah secretary Before you even met her I had pop that cherry For real though I'm legendary with steel 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Muthufucker in the calles with that shit you feel I'm like carga you nodding out to the potion They strung out quick can't hang with the doses Hypnosis when you hearing me flow this I'm ah evil with doctor is the thing that you notice Who the coldest ese out in the West Don Rabbit Corleone and FUCK the rest I'm innocent and the cases get filed Body's stack up in the van make the coroner smile We wild though on two five and Hoover Them muerto fin boys killing off them intruders
I'll make you famous I don't save no hoe's Ese real murder cases no reality shows Things change you know the business get grimy Ese fuck what they talking they got nothing on me And I'm sheisty they better come at me right Specially trying to cop their fucking bricks of the white I get my grind on I play it smart in the street Just ah G from the block low pro and discreet
I got ah poison pen that's full of sinai And it strike muthufuckers when they try to collide I could fight and myself and I Trying to slide through my side boy it's suicide Ese ink hit the paper go straight to the booth C Loco get saluted spit the truth to the youth Evil swoop ese down on your stash Then I'm out in Costa Rica homie smoking some hash
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