E Rose Lyrics

Big homie when it come to press not the little one

See yeah this shit sound better Alright, that's how you finna do it then

Big homie when it come to press not the little one

Triple S when I take a step I'm a hoodlum

Freak bitch wipe a nigga nose that's a good one

Barbecue his mans then I turn around and cook one

What you talkin bout

I put the way in get in her thing make her walk it out

But I'm a pull up tryna ball ain't no talkin out

Kill him on the porch cause I caught his ass walkin out

Get up real close hit his head what he thought about

Same nigga said I was a ham got a coffin now

In the same hood skis up still walk around Got on all black so I go by Mr. Walk Em Down

Drop him on his shit and have him walkin like a zombie now

I'm not interested once I figure out the body count

Messy lil bitch all she do is pass her body round

When he get to reachin I'ma teach him put him out of bounds

I jump out with a semi glock make a choppa sounds

I do my dance then I pray before I hunt him down

Bitch I'm difficult You move with them niggas cause I stay bitchin you

You come around trippin show em what a blicky do

My balls in her hand finna get a physical

I beat on white niggas he was sayin jigga boo

So turn a nigga up cause I'm the one she listen to

I'm thuggin in the mud boy this shit is living proof

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Ain't gotta ask the real cause I know they spinning too

He try to buy some wocks sell his ass lemon juice

Playin poor as hell but the money came digital

Fuck about them papers catch you out and then I get at you

Walk up on you crack a nigga shit like back in middle school