Brigades
MKThePlug
Yo
Let me tell you 'bout the life I live
In my Range with a gorgeous babe,
Waist petite but her thighs are thick
Rolls with me when I cut through traffic,
And I get head behind these tints
Still pull up and rise my ting
Do him like Junior, slap man's head like My Wife and Kids
Let me tell you 'bout the life I live
In my Range with a gorgeous babe,
Waist petite but her thighs are thick
Rolls with me when I cut through traffic,
And I get head behind these tints
Still pull up and rise my ting
Do him like Junior, slap man's head like My Wife and Kids
I was locked down in a Rugby jail, sending Tugzy mail
Came a long way from dusty cells, brand new corn, no rusty bells
They get-got by the gang and see us go clear, that must be hell
If two opposites attract
Then it must be deader than Hus, gotta trust,
I don't **** with ugly girls
She said that she love me,
Well, come hold this mash and prove it
But keep it safe cah I spent five on it like Luniz
I can put this on my life, if I ain't got no smoke,
I'm with the knife like a fork and spoon is
The man broke, what a shambles,
Applied too much pressure to handle
Opps get-got for fashion, or runaway like Naomi Campbell
Fry man's head like egg, stress, leave his brains all scrambled
Run man down in my Jordan 3's, got good support for my ankles
Let me tell you 'bout the life I live
In my Range with a gorgeous babe,
Waist petite but her thighs are thick
Rolls with me when I cut through traffic,
And I get head behind these tints
Still pull up and rise my ting
Do him like Junior, slap man's head like My Wife and Kids
Let me tell you 'bout the life I live
In my Range with a gorgeous babe,
Waist petite but her thighs are thick
Rolls with me when I cut through traffic,
And I get head behind these tints
Still pull up and rise my ting
Do him like Junior, slap man's head like My Wife and Kids
Don't lie, that's a bad decision
If I catch man slipping,
Slap man's head like his patch was itching
All the times that I had no driver,
Done it on a bike like Bradley Wiggins
Only facts I'm spitting
Just know she got it in her bag
If you see RV and a bad B with him
Gorgeous one, amazing bumper, gotta save that number
She wanna go home with my hoodie, no A Boogie, take my jumper
I need to retire by thirty five, or maybe younger
Come to my hood when you don't belong here
Then you can get shaved in summer
The life I live is a ments one,
Brand new spinner's a hench one
If I go backwards, slap it in reverse, that's you redrum
I was in jail for a year last year
And I had phone for ten months
My bread long like baguettes,
I don't know nuttin' 'bout bread crumbs
Let me tell you 'bout the life I live
In my Range with a gorgeous babe,
Waist petite but her thighs are thick
Rolls with me when I cut through traffic,
And I get head behind these tints
Still pull up and rise my ting
Do him like Junior, slap man's head like My Wife and Kids
Let me tell you 'bout the life I live
In my Range with a gorgeous babe,
Waist petite but her thighs are thick
Rolls with me when I cut through traffic,
And I get head behind these tints
Still pull up and rise my ting
Do him like Junior, slap man's head like My Wife and Kids