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アーティスト:Tommy Wright III  アルバム:On The Run 

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(feat. La Chat, Project Pimp) [Hook:] Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows I just wanna smoke you hoes I just wanna smoke you hoe Ain't no use in throwin' blows [x2] [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Hollow points spray, everyday, all day, till the day that I fuckin' die Street sweep through the hood wid my nigga Kiki in the wood Wid the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by, You survive, that's a lie, fifty niggas standin' on the corna Watchin' every muthafuckn' move you make, Some perpetrate, shootin' ball on crate, Got rocks in they socks, NARCs come nigga break Bullet penetrate, in a nigga face not payin' Tryna fuck wid Tommy Wright don't fight just blast, Last nigga died, when he tried, pimpin' big, Got killed, blood spilled, dump they body in a field B-I-G woulda probably gave you "One More Chance" But not me, on my tone, get the phone Dial 911 and reserve you a ambulance Bustas braggin', eye cappin' lyin' bout who they done put to rest Prove it to me, do a street sweep, Put a hole in a nigga chest that forgot to wear a bullet proof vest, Bloody mess and bloody sink, bloody hands, bloody pants Wasn't shit different when I moved in South Memphis For the nigga millimetre for they broad got pimpin' Lampin' on the track wid ah handful ah rocks And ah Ziploc glock on safe, gotta watch UFO, undercover 5-0, Still on parole can't catch another case, Creepin' night Tommy Wright, no street lights in the hood Go to war with the world if I gotta, Roll up ya sleeves, put ya dukes up and bleed, Tommy Wright don't fight, wrong move, ratter-tatter [Hook x1] [Verse 2: La Chat] Hoppin' on these bitches, leavin' 'em wid stitches Reason why I do these funky hoes, If you bitches got some anna bring the shit on Cause La Chat still won't go, Cappin' all these suckas, fillin' these bustas Shoot 'em to the ground wid my nine that I tote Bitches wanna test my motherfuckin' pimpin' Best believe that's a motherfuckin' lesson hoe Beatin' these bitches to the ground, That's my hobby I like to do, Busta ass hoe got a glock at her side Betta pull it cause she got no other choice but to shoot, Threaten my fuckin' life hoe that's a no no you lil silly hoe, You one hoe, that I know that done know, That your stupid ass gotta vamp gotta go, Evil signs I do not see, it's just the hatred in my blood It's just me when I feel the need I'm poppin' them motherfuckin' slugs Bitch I am the scandalous I do not play them silly games Never plan to fall will we put none ah these bustas lemon lames Know this anna's on my mind, it keep me doin' a fuckin' crime Never like caught, slippin'


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