The 38 Special
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Turn me way up, turn me way up, way up (DY Krazy)
Where my headphones? Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
NLMB, 150, Dream Team, 999, huh
Huh-huh, huh-huh
Anything you do, I could do better
Pull up stuntin' no matter the weather
If she want the D, know that she know she gotta bring her lil' amiga
I fuck 'em together
Mix the Rick with the Raf on the jacket, that's clever
Raf Simons pockets hold my heavy metal
Remember, I was toting the .38 special
Stoned to the bone, was a 5 star rebel
She wanna fuck, I might let her
Gotta be a ten, I won't settle
But first she gotta eat wifey out
I wanna see if she can get on our level
When I stopped doin' Xans, hit a whole 'nother level
Started doin' Percs, looked in the mirror, saw the Devil
Fam' like, "Slow down, need to stop it fella" (Why?)
Still count millions like Rockefeller
Nah, I'm finna marry my bae
But I'm cheatin' on bae with the bank (Yeah)
Triple 9 General, I'm top rank
Breakin' down minerals, smokin' on stank
All these pictures that I paint come from visions in my brain
Yeah, pop pills 'til I'll faint, closet look like NRA
Baby, yeah, blackout PS3
Get her wetter than a sprinkler, a tub, or a sink
I'm a champion, most of these niggas be fake, mannequin
My gun got hungry, so it ate like sandwiches
Get your head took off, my accuracy is great, can't handle it
Took his head off of his shoulders, dismantled it
They couldn't tell it was him 'cause of the damages (Fuck nigga)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, keep goin', keep goin')
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow, keep goin')
Nah, nah, nah (Bitch, bitch, go, go, baow, bitch)
I work so, uh, hard for myself, diamonds I bought, bling, huh
No, I'm not Latin, but gang-gang, baby, I guess I'm a damn king
I walk in the building and say and do what I want
Niggas ain't doing a damn thing
Get in the way, get sprayed like mace (Sheesh)
That's why I've been doin' my damn thing
Thank God I don't gotta move birds
But I still stay flyer than birds (Wings)
Shoot 'em, Larry Bird, you lucky if we on the same team
Loyalty, I can not switch sides, for all my niggas, I'm ridin'
Through the high and low tides, surfin' and glidin'
Soul searchin', survivin', I heat up the climate (Brrt, grrah)
I don't wanna be, shh, quiet
Gon' suppress my gun, make it, uh, silent
Mixin' Biscotti and the Runtz, I've been flyin'
I'm a dog, Rottweilin', ain't no one-on-ones, we dogpilin'
Hunnid round drums, so you can come die, yeah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, bitch, keep goin', keep goin')
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow)
Nah, nah, nah (Go, go, bitch, baow, keep goin')
Nah, nah, nah (Bitch, bitch, go, go, baow, bitch)