Colton Grundy

Blaze Ya Dead Homie lyrics

Blaze Ya Dead Homie lyrics

"In Case You Forgot Lyrics"



911 emergency, please hold

I'd like to report something

Operator, she screamed so loud

I know that's terrible isn't it

God, I mean I never heard anything like that in my life before

Alright ma'am thank you



Psycho thug, maniac killa

Takin' more slugs than the average drug dealer

Born to peel a cap on a hoe ass bitch

Been a G since the first nigga I ain't switched

Still rock the Raiders (Whut?)

Still playin' the khaki's (Whut?)

Still got a beef for you hoes and it's shafty

Fuck the 5 0 you dead to one time

Thinkin' every dumb muthafucka do a crime

You don't know me or what I do

Take ya flashlight, and ya attitude (Nigga fuck you)

Stab you in the neck with a dayton spoke

Laughin' while ya cough up blood until ya choke

Bitch I'm from the old school, and the old time

Where G's all down to rock like a street sign

Throwin' up the East and strapped with 9 shots

Blaze back from the dead in case u forgot



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Just in case u forgot about killas that really shoot

Car jackin' muthafuckas and murderin' for they loot

Throwing up the East and strapped with 9 shots

Blaze back from the dead in ca
Headup Lyrics
Got back out back off the forefront I never said or got to say bye to my boy But it?s often I try I think about how I?d be screaming And the times would be bumping All our minds would be flowing Taking care of shit like hey holmes What you needing sometimes life will be coming off whack And will open your eyes as I proceed to
se u forgot



In case u forgot we tokin' herb smoke

Dirty gansta, no water, no soap

Yeah, that's my hoopty sittin' on the thang so

I keep it ghetto tinted windows, and the stereo

Dirty hoes be the ones I like to fuck (Hi Blaze)

Get your dirty ass in the ride, and hook a nigga up

Get the fuck on I got money to make

Hoes caps to peel, and bitches shit to take

8 ball in my face, bloodstains on my shirt

You can shoot me in the face, and that shit don't even hurt

No more blowing out ya 40 on a curb with sad base

Blaze dead alive, and back from outer space

Real G'
Habrete Lyrics
Tengo visiones de mis profesias y se acaba El tiempo y visda simplemente en un segundo se te acaba Para poder sobrevivir tienes que ser primero Eh jalarle al gatillo y ser sertero Mas nunca dejes a tu amigo que se aleje Tan solo espera el momento a que se apendeje para enterrarlo y tumbarlo como un puto perro Pues sin derecho
s put your hands up

Playa hatin' muthafuckas do me a favor, and shut the fuck up

Realize, check nuts, and act like ya know

Just in case u forgot I'ma remind you hoe



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In case u forgot real G's don't die

Always stay high, and got 4 or 5 alibi's

Doin' walk by's in house shoes

Leavin' dead muthafuckas floatin' in they swimming pools

Visualizing homocide, and emptyin' a clip

Young muthafucka with a fat ass grip

Got a glock on my side in case you muthafuckas try

To pop a muthafucka, but this killa don't die



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