Ghost, never on the swag shit Guess its a sad thing my tarot card is magic I remember I aint never have shit December was cold but, February was drastic! So pardon my niggaz and what they traffic or if they seem cold when the murder scenes tragic Niggaz can talk shit, we dont even glimpse Niggaz can get hit, we dont even wince Come with an (Entourage) and I dont mean Vince Purple ape in a purple Porsche, of course Im playin Prince or lookin through the sky light, my light And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights Blowin on a long Dutch, inhale How I lie Id rather die than be in jail Its all good til its all bad And the ugly niggaz gon crash your broads pad Yayyyy-yeahhh-yeahh; they keep tellin me things gettin better Yayyyy-yeahhh-yeahh; but Ima do me, you can say whatever Im a G
Posted on: Sat, 09 Nov 2013 17:52:24 +0000