Lyrics

Tyson Tyson El Dominicano If am slow right now it's cause of the weed But i ain't playing with ya am on different speed 2.You can ask about me up in D.O.C I was shanking niggas like Assasins Creed Talking bad about me than he can't be real I ain't never told i ain't never squeal I give to my niggas from them i don't steal Cause am from the streets like a trucks wheels I seen a bunch of strangers i am like a Hotel I used to sell rocks the color caramel Pushing that weight and it's not a Dumbell Cause I am selling drugs am a 1 man Cartel My shit is loud like a Trombone I got Exotic and Homegrown Give me a time and a drop zone I got them bows call me Jon Jones Your chick she works out cause her neck strong She looking for me am long gone Am far away just like it's Hong Kong I am somewhere in space Neil Armstrong 7 turn into a 14 when i flip it Your bitch gonna turn to my bitch when i hit it Your chick she wants to give me head like a fit it She holding the bomb now she got a third titty El dominicano a rapper with work But i go back to robbing if this shit dont work Dont play with us please you can get murk Ill fuck you up nigga just like a Perk Hey can you keep up why this niggas fronting with they ree up Why they acting hard they know they soft and they'll get beat up I am like a Ninja you should see me when i creep up I am like Sub Zero when i pull up nigga freeze up Jesus crist i am like God to a fiend (4real) Dirty nigga but i get fly with the Clean You fuck with me i get you sleepy just like the Lean Cause i could put one in your head just like a dream Jesus crist i am like God to a fiend (4real) Dirty nigga but i get fly with the Clean You fuck with me i get you sleepy just like the Lean Cause i could put one in your head just like a dream Moving the money I'm making it work Fuck with me wrong and you will get Murked Bitch I'm a Gangster be on alert Real Nigga I am from the 3rd I'm from New Orleans nigga you heard They know what's happening I got them Birds None of my feelings you bitches deserve I'm in the Beamer smoking the herb Bigger The Banger bigger the bullet Bigger the nigga i bet you I'll pull it Cooking the dope in a mask and a hoodie Smoking that pressure wrapping the goodies I got them bricks in the attic for real I be in the trenches the pack and the steel Fuck lil bitch I don't care how you feel Whenever I do it I do it for real I got some bitches in area codes Work coming in and it be on the low Keeping it real I ain't never going to fold You niggars are worse than most of the hoes Tell you my nigga i ain't never going to fold I'll be in places you niggas can't go I did it alone nobody knows Murder the OPP's that's all that I know Jesus crist i am like God to a fiend (4real) Dirty nigga but i get fly with the Clean You fuck with me i get you sleepy just like the Lean Cause i could put one in your head just like a dream Jesus crist i am like God to a fiend (4real) Dirty nigga but i get fly with the Clean You fuck with me i get you sleepy just like the Lean Cause i could put one in your head just like a dream
Writer(s): Johnny Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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