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Snow White And The Seven Grams Lyrics - Artist : RiFF RAFF
Yo what up juve' baby
What's happenin' baby MIA dirty play H-Town connect What's been goin' down up there (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Ain't the one blame When you see me in the streets Don't call me on my name (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Represent your city, represent your city Do a crime get acquitted (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Beat up your block, beat up your block And make it screwed up and chopped (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Show your gold grill, make these boys chill With the diamonds in your grill (don't call me on my name) Body rock, I might lead a lot I can chop a block like a rock Boy til' I'm hot, or til' it's cold Watch my fifth fold Appleberry over gold Still 22, like the Clyde Drexler Or I can put a 9 to your chest like Van Exel Like the Pistol Pete, I can hold heat 44 shoot the jays off your feet Leanin' on the scene boy Since the byzantine I been touching so much cash my hands permanently green First finger tip, put it to your lips It's a raff riff rap game Merrill Lynch No mo' transactions, no mo' money to be made Make you lose weight rap game Jenny Craig Make you back flip, extra clip, hollow tips Like Billy The Kid, two 9's by my hip (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Ain't the one blame When you see me in the streets Don't call me on my name (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Represent your city, represent your city Do a crime get acquitted (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Beat up your block, beat up your block And make it screwed up and chopped (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Show your gold grill, make these boys chill With the diamonds in your grill (don't call me on my name) At the red light, rims don't stop Beat up your block and make the neighbours call the cops Show my gold grill, pockets lookin' funny Ain't got no more hunnids, TV Johnny got all my money Down in H-Town, piece up on my chest Triangle on my ass man I'm talkin' bout Guess Scorched down, 20 piece gold crown It's the Riff Raff I make your wife and kids frown Make 'em mad, paper tag on my Jag' All this ice on my chain got frost on my abs Pay the cost, pay the cost to ride gloss I can take my grill out and buy a two story house At the kappa, we done poured up a Snapple Hit a air shock and damn near broke the adapter Candy applejack, yup that's the paint I done showcase my grill and made the whole club faint (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Ain't the one blame When you see me in the streets Don't call me on my name (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Represent your city, represent your city Do a crime get acquitted (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Beat up your block, beat up your block And make it screwed up and chopped (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Show your gold grill, make these boys chill With the diamonds in your grill (don't call me on my name) |
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