Lyrics: I don't understand your game plan Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan Then a grab my Glock with the quickness blast this bitch up in his fucking chest Bring yo mustang, squeezin' till my bottom feel- Grabbed a couple swishers, Let the tint over- Black out, when 20 gauges broke out Black out, when 20 gauges broke out Don't hit the gas now Don't hit the gas now Black out, when 20 gauges broke out Black out, when 20 gauges broke out- broke out- broke out- broke out- broke out- broke out- Then a grab my Glock with the quickness blast this bitch up in his fucking chest Bring yo mustang, squeezin' till my bottom feel- Grabbed a couple swishers, Let the tint over reloaded out Don't hit the gas now Going back to Elmridge, countin' all my cheese Robbin, gankin, stangin is my favorite game
The actual lyrics: Put some wind, do to the ride. I would've to go peepin round the moun, this is little go back to prime. Load on my back, wit the quick year back to be to be get fucked see. Bring yo mustang, star wanna be a mother, put this gas up on the trip to overri Got up, where you, get you, got, up, where you, get, you, got, up, where you, get you, now, go, up, where you, know
Holy shit. Man this damn masterpiece is the best song ever🗿🍷
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THIS SHIT HIT HARDER THAN THE TWO TOWERS ON SEPTEMBER 11,2001
Lyrics:
I don't understand your game plan
Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan
Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan
Pull up to the Pope where I don't understand your game plan
Then a grab my Glock with the quickness blast this bitch up in his fucking chest
Bring yo mustang, squeezin' till my bottom feel-
Grabbed a couple swishers, Let the tint over-
Black out, when 20 gauges broke out
Black out, when 20 gauges broke out
Don't hit the gas now
Don't hit the gas now
Black out, when 20 gauges broke out
Black out, when 20 gauges broke out-
broke out- broke out- broke out- broke out- broke out-
Then a grab my Glock with the quickness blast this bitch up in his fucking chest
Bring yo mustang, squeezin' till my bottom feel-
Grabbed a couple swishers, Let the tint over reloaded out
Don't hit the gas now
Going back to Elmridge, countin' all my cheese
Robbin, gankin, stangin is my favorite game
alr bro this is legit 🔥
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Could you make a memory reboot?❤
hardest shit ever 🔥
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What happened to Mary on the cross slowed to perfection 😢
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Why don’t you upload anymore?😊
The actual lyrics: Put some wind, do to the ride. I would've to go peepin round the moun, this is little go back to prime.
Load on my back, wit the quick year back to be to be get fucked see.
Bring yo mustang, star wanna be a mother, put this gas up on the trip to overri
Got up, where you, get you, got, up, where you, get, you, got, up, where you, get you, now, go, up, where you, know