She Acts Hood
Even doe we know it's not in her
Rap, Rap lyrics
Like she singing commercials for T.V Dinner
Only time she have real problems is when I'm in Her
Swear to God I'm the opposite of Winner
She could have anything in the world
But she chose this nigga
Yeah, my life been rough
Been changing since she been on the agenda
Know these streets is kinda hard
Hanging round all niggas selling hard
Stealing cars
Tempted to do these Wrongs
O, My God
If the Flood Come we Jacking Noahs Arc
Sons of Anarchy
Didn't know what kind of mess this could be
Don't let it be the full picture that that of see of me
Even doe I curse Frequently
We be on the same Frequency
Thinking about all of the Big Trips
Nowadays we steal to eat
We could be
Leaving this Hell Zone
You saying you ain't going
Like Micheal Corleone
Watching his Love
Blow up in a Bomb
Either way
Yo Im gone
Baby on
Baby Gone
Baby, Gone in 60 seconds
Said Im out baby out to hit a record
Oh yeah you down baby
We can go together!
Riding out Stolen whips
Baby F*ck it
Baby We don't need a bucket
Do what ever that you want
Just tell me what you want
We gone gun it
We gone gun it
We Gone Gun It Love
Its Rush
Who knew crime together be conducive to love
Sometimes You gotta have Fun
Sometimes Life just F*ckin Sucks
What's the point
If sometimes we can't do what we want
So Whatever
I'm gon do what I want
You tell me I just Can't
I'll just tell you
Watch me Turn it up
Whatever I do
You just got to do better
Whats a Jag
To that Jetta
Whats these cells to this Cheddar
Girl you're just so Crazy
Girl You're just so Special
They Judge us but never met us
2 Criminals
Living Like one individual
Waking up thinking How we both gone get it doe
Mr. and Mrs. Smith
Down to bust the neighbor wife
If that bitch talks Shit
Every day after a Spree
Yea We getting Lit
I can't get up off of it
She my chick
Yea She down
I'm down with her
Never leave my girl down
That's
My nigga
Baby on
Baby Gone
Baby, Gone in 60 seconds
Said Im out baby out to hit a record
Oh yeah you down baby
We can go together
Riding out Stolen whips
Baby F*ck it
Baby We don't need a bucket
Do what ever that you want
Just tell me what you want
We gone gun it
We gone gun it
We Gone
Gun It Love