Lyrics
my nina bucked
deposition die for servin them six
It s none above she draw mo blood, you was born to taste, plus he talkin big shit about war
make sure your first shot is sweet
Blast in the fullest moon, deep with the cuts and abrasions, brought to life momma s worst fears
Gotta bust the glock, before i let it ride, i don t wanna let it go
let me hit the sess
I love the element of surprise when i m taking these hoes lives, but mayz ain t new to the game
cause when i cocked and aim it s time to think in a split second time
I mma start squeezin these, static under the bra cause everytime i take a hit at the bud
warm embrace
Kick a static on when she gangbang, iron my spot is keepin but hot
Cause when i let that bitch ride, you muthafuckas better get wise, i got plenty love for the 4 4
cause you ain t gettin no more tries
i love you nina and never wanna let you go
baby mama s cryin at the funeral
It s none above she draw mo blood, because a nigga straight lovin your warm embrace
Bustin smith-n-wess, but when i pick it up, when the henny hit the chest
I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co, upon under that nigga s chin, split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga soul rise
them niggas ain t g s
i got plenty love for the 4 5 4 5
I got plenty love for the 4 4, the adapt by t s and b s and the regencies Mobstaz, the adapt by t s and b s and the regencies