doa - r3 da chilliman lyrics
[intro]
(run that back, west)
[chorus]
how he scuffin’ mason’s but ain’t never got no money?
if he ain’t doa, then we put zippers on his tummy
b*tch, i’m off them yerkies, pop too many, now my stomach hurt
walked in with the crips, if we pop, reese goin’ on a shirt
[verse]
scaled up to amiri’s, b*tch, i’m designer’d to the bone
i be crashin’ sp*ceships, tell scotty i’m in my zone
b*tch, i’m from the murder, my opps think i’m from iraq
jewels dancin’, but stick pokin’, don’t get turned into a pack
f*ck around and flood the club all night ’til you can’t see our feet
go anywhere ’cause we the n*ggas that terrorize the streets
high speed, turn the traction on ‘fore wе spin out
we got away, cut the lights at home, countin’ bands now
no pat down, so wе might f*ck up the party
choppers on choppers, me and n*gga ride harleys
i get money, this sh*t tatted on my face
i know some pisces who specialize in bustin’ safes
talkin’ to this pint like i’m addicted, i know the truth
all eyes on me when i walk in, they ain’t notice you
he’s not a joint, who told this n*gga he could pop it?
chopper with a hundred, he gon’ see jesus if i drop it
i’m a wock’ head, so it’s op in my system
he never got bread, so when he speak, we don’t listen
booked n*ggas for they sh*t, take it off and see fox 11
i’m r3 bin laden, i don’t go no where without a weapon
[chorus]
how he scuffin’ mason’s but ain’t never got no money?
if he ain’t doa, then we put zippers on his tummy
b*tch, i’m off them yerkies, pop too many, now my stomach hurt
walked in with the crips, if we pop, reese goin’ on a shirt
how he scuffin’ mason’s but ain’t never got no money?
if he ain’t doa, then we put zippers on his tummy
b*tch, i’m off them yerkies, pop too many, now my stomach hurt
walked in with the crips, if we pop, reese goin’ on a shirt
[outro]
how he scuffin’ mason’s but ain’t never got no money?
if he ain’t doa, then we put zippers on his tummy (run that back, west)
b*tch, i’m off them yerkies, pop too many, now my stomach hurt
walked in with the crips, if we pop, reese goin’ on a shirt
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