Yeah, she hit me up on a iPhone
She tell me that she wanna f*ck with me
So I turn her right into my hoe
We got 50 bands in the Tahoe
So if a nigga play, we gon' get him gone
Like I'm LBJ goin' for the throne
And it's f*ck life, cause a nigga thrown
I got the game on lock, oh yeah
Tryna get rich, okay
She wanna come and f*ck with me
I know it's for the dough
All these bitches on my body
I can't get them off
But I call only one my shawty
Now they f*ckin' mad
Got a chopper on my side with a Glock 19
Leave him stuck in the past
These niggas want some smoke
But they too damn broke to put money on me
And I hit it from the back when I pull on her tracks
And it get so high in the sky, off thrax
Baby, hit my line, Ima hit you right back
If I shoot my shot, then you know its all net ah
Got no time to be beefin' with broke niggas
Cause I know I be fried
A lot of these people, they sayin' they love me
But I know these motherf*ckers lying
You can't look me in my eyes
And tell me you a rider
But these diamonds on my neck
It got you so excited
Why these lil' niggas want some beef with me
And I don't know
If my trigger finger itchy, I'ma let it spaz
If he tryna run, hit him in his back
These little niggas got me f*cked up
I'ma bounce back and get his ass
We gon' leave him outside
Rap on this bitch like I'm uzi
Open a za and smell like a pooted
If you pull up on me and gang, you know we shooting
If little mash at the party, you know it's exclusive
These niggas, they fakin', they don't got no motion
I came from the bottom while whippin' the potion
Me and my brothers, we cappin' a lot
And them niggas, some demons, they drill on the spot
Why is you capping about niggas that's dead
If they was alive, they'll fill you with led
You lying on bodies, you don't even got
Can't wait till we catch who be smokin' that pack
I don't like disrespectin' niggas
Cause I get out my body, I pull the trigger
And you know how I move cause I'm presidential
And I'm keepin' this shit so confidential
I got different colors on my Glock
I can't even see the target
Got a AP on my wrist
When I got the money, then I copped it
Stars up in the royce
When she got in, she done lost her mind
I just skeeted in her face
She went home and told a lie
I just skirted off the lot
If I want somethin', then I got it
Smokin' all this za
Got me up there with God
We the ones that be fried
Y'all the ones that be dyin
Lil' boogie on top
I ain't never finna flop
Got the opp pack, fill it up with the OG
I be high as hell, thinking bout life
While these bad bitches, they be touchin' me
I'ma crash out, sayin' f*ck life
We got 20 mags with the 5 pipes
If you cross us, better think twice
Cause these pussy niggas never die twice
Let me explain it to you
You see your opps in the distance
Shorty ass get the shiverin
He don't got no pipe, he a dead man
Foenem saw them, then they had to run him down
Shorty tripped and fell
Then they out the Glock with 100 rounds uhh
ASL MASH - Sanguine Paradise 2 Lyrics
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Yeah, she hit me up on a iPhone
She tell me that she wanna f*ck with me
So I turn her right into my hoe
We got 50 bands in the Tahoe
So if a nigga play, we gon' get him gone
Like I'm LBJ goin' for the throne
And it's f*ck life, cause a nigga thrown
I got the game on lock, oh yeah
Tryna get rich, okay
She wanna come and f*ck with me
I know it's for the dough
All these bitches on my body
I can't get them off
But I call only one my shawty
Now they f*ckin' mad
Got a chopper on my side with a Glock 19
Leave him stuck in the past
These niggas want some smoke
But they too damn broke to put money on me
And I hit it from the back when I pull on her tracks
And it get so high in the sky, off thrax
Baby, hit my line, Ima hit you right back
If I shoot my shot, then you know its all net ah
Got no time to be beefin' with broke niggas
Cause I know I be fried
A lot of these people, they sayin' they love me
But I know these motherf*ckers lying
You can't look me in my eyes
And tell me you a rider
But these diamonds on my neck
It got you so excited
Why these lil' niggas want some beef with me
And I don't know
If my trigger finger itchy, I'ma let it spaz
If he tryna run, hit him in his back
These little niggas got me f*cked up
I'ma bounce back and get his ass
We gon' leave him outside
Rap on this bitch like I'm uzi
Open a za and smell like a pooted
If you pull up on me and gang, you know we shooting
If little mash at the party, you know it's exclusive
These niggas, they fakin', they don't got no motion
I came from the bottom while whippin' the potion
Me and my brothers, we cappin' a lot
And them niggas, some demons, they drill on the spot
Why is you capping about niggas that's dead
If they was alive, they'll fill you with led
You lying on bodies, you don't even got
Can't wait till we catch who be smokin' that pack
I don't like disrespectin' niggas
Cause I get out my body, I pull the trigger
And you know how I move cause I'm presidential
And I'm keepin' this shit so confidential
I got different colors on my Glock
I can't even see the target
Got a AP on my wrist
When I got the money, then I copped it
Stars up in the royce
When she got in, she done lost her mind
I just skeeted in her face
She went home and told a lie
I just skirted off the lot
If I want somethin', then I got it
Smokin' all this za
Got me up there with God
We the ones that be fried
Y'all the ones that be dyin
Lil' boogie on top
I ain't never finna flop
Got the opp pack, fill it up with the OG
I be high as hell, thinking bout life
While these bad bitches, they be touchin' me
I'ma crash out, sayin' f*ck life
We got 20 mags with the 5 pipes
If you cross us, better think twice
Cause these pussy niggas never die twice
Let me explain it to you
You see your opps in the distance
Shorty ass get the shiverin
He don't got no pipe, he a dead man
Foenem saw them, then they had to run him down
Shorty tripped and fell
Then they out the Glock with 100 rounds uhh
She tell me that she wanna f*ck with me
So I turn her right into my hoe
We got 50 bands in the Tahoe
So if a nigga play, we gon' get him gone
Like I'm LBJ goin' for the throne
And it's f*ck life, cause a nigga thrown
I got the game on lock, oh yeah
Tryna get rich, okay
She wanna come and f*ck with me
I know it's for the dough
All these bitches on my body
I can't get them off
But I call only one my shawty
Now they f*ckin' mad
Got a chopper on my side with a Glock 19
Leave him stuck in the past
These niggas want some smoke
But they too damn broke to put money on me
And I hit it from the back when I pull on her tracks
And it get so high in the sky, off thrax
Baby, hit my line, Ima hit you right back
If I shoot my shot, then you know its all net ah
Got no time to be beefin' with broke niggas
Cause I know I be fried
A lot of these people, they sayin' they love me
But I know these motherf*ckers lying
You can't look me in my eyes
And tell me you a rider
But these diamonds on my neck
It got you so excited
Why these lil' niggas want some beef with me
And I don't know
If my trigger finger itchy, I'ma let it spaz
If he tryna run, hit him in his back
These little niggas got me f*cked up
I'ma bounce back and get his ass
We gon' leave him outside
Rap on this bitch like I'm uzi
Open a za and smell like a pooted
If you pull up on me and gang, you know we shooting
If little mash at the party, you know it's exclusive
These niggas, they fakin', they don't got no motion
I came from the bottom while whippin' the potion
Me and my brothers, we cappin' a lot
And them niggas, some demons, they drill on the spot
Why is you capping about niggas that's dead
If they was alive, they'll fill you with led
You lying on bodies, you don't even got
Can't wait till we catch who be smokin' that pack
I don't like disrespectin' niggas
Cause I get out my body, I pull the trigger
And you know how I move cause I'm presidential
And I'm keepin' this shit so confidential
I got different colors on my Glock
I can't even see the target
Got a AP on my wrist
When I got the money, then I copped it
Stars up in the royce
When she got in, she done lost her mind
I just skeeted in her face
She went home and told a lie
I just skirted off the lot
If I want somethin', then I got it
Smokin' all this za
Got me up there with God
We the ones that be fried
Y'all the ones that be dyin
Lil' boogie on top
I ain't never finna flop
Got the opp pack, fill it up with the OG
I be high as hell, thinking bout life
While these bad bitches, they be touchin' me
I'ma crash out, sayin' f*ck life
We got 20 mags with the 5 pipes
If you cross us, better think twice
Cause these pussy niggas never die twice
Let me explain it to you
You see your opps in the distance
Shorty ass get the shiverin
He don't got no pipe, he a dead man
Foenem saw them, then they had to run him down
Shorty tripped and fell
Then they out the Glock with 100 rounds uhh
Writer: Mashari Barnes
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