Correction Paroles Bullets with Names par RJmrLA

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Maybe there's a nat out here
You said what?
Oh my God, Ronny

Look
I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b*t*h showed my d**k let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it

I f**ked that b*t*h at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
I had that pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his b*t*h in the back, what he didn't know
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on a the craps game, what they hittin' fo
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

I hit a seven And picked up The dinner roll&nbsp;
I get the bread then I f**k me a center fold
Eyeball the purp like my name is Gorilla Zoe
I’m from the place where the killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass and seen the motherf**king snakes
I took off my bandana and showed my f**king face

Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my ay
Five thousand dollar soap every time I bathe (Ayy)
I just told her, "Maybe I mean what I said" (Ayy)
I don't really play and I hope you think it's shade
I had to jot down the names to remember hoes
When I come back with this K I'ma kill a hoe (Woo)
Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
I put my c*m on her face but I'm pitiful (Yeah)
I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
All different flavors and all different flavor type of hoes
All of them centerfolds (Hey)

Look
I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b*t*h showed my d**k let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pouring an eight on it

Don't say RJ without mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a debt and somebody gon' pay on it
I got a bed and your b*t*h wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
f**k your dead homies and your memories, ayy

I got a gun it got auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on they neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't wait till greatness so they got to wait on it
n***as too sweet, I could just put my bae on it
I f**k on a granny, her hair and it got gray on it
Catch it out back, I'ma blow out her back
These n***as too slimey and playin' with a sack
I got the stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won the ship
These n***as some hoes, I'ma go off the rip
Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
I sent her back there just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' a Crip
He wanna play, put his name on the tip

Look
I got a bullet with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wiping my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his b*t*h showed my d**k let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I f**ked that b*t*h at the Wal-Mart in Tussin Row
I had the pack at the Westin, no Smith'n tho
He tried to front on me in front of friends and fam
I had his b*t*h in the back, what he didn't know, hm
I came a long way from bandos
Now all my bosses got flavored they Kenneth Cole
I walked up on the craps game, what it hittin' fo?
I keep em polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

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