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K so i posted my first recorded song in this thread http://www.lilwaynehq.com/forums/tha...ambitions.html
And i only got feedback from one person,i do wanna know if the flow is good but i mainly wanna get some inpuut on the writing
rarely say my prayors but im puffin on the crossjoint
hairpin trigga slpit ya figure with the hollowpoints
god forgive me for the way that i am livn
repent for my sins n pray my soul be forgivin
follow me i can show you the way
to get up up off ya ass n get paid
verbal killer if you hear me your a witness,hear a new song add that bitch to my hitlist
leave em in aww leave your girl sayin aww damn
step up to me boy come on n get ya jaw jammed
get ya girl fukked or get ya pockets emptied
get ya life took so please dont tempt me
and ill b paid til the day that the reaper comes
he better come strapped cuz ill be waitin here with 20 guns
yall hatin on me cuz im fresher than soap
n u dont c me but i see u thru my scope
pow bang boom whatever
make it rain bullets now youre under the weather
hit what i shoot for my aims never off
got the red dot lazor on the kalishnakov(real name for ak-47)
never stop shootin im a man on a mission
only take a pause to reload ammuniton
ak 47 and the pump 12 gauge one blast ya ass and the other one sprays
ak47 put some fukkin holes in em
and the armor piercin rounds make that kevlar look like denim
ridin in the lac and that bitch forrest green
and it got a big trunk do u know what i mean
middle of the night we in the woods with a shovel
bury your cadeavor do it fast on the double
paid off some pigs i aint worried bout the 5-0
dont worry bout me only worry for my rivals
we dont fukk with snitches and the whole block is silent
n if we got a problem we resolve it with violence
my grass is the greenest it aint greener on the other side
put a foot on my grass and thatll be a homicide\
cant fukk with me im a lyrical giant
gotta extra phone for my bitches and my clients
runnin your mouth man u must b feelin cocky
somebody shoulda told u i gotta left hook like rocky
quit a good job but my papers still good tho
it made me forget who i was like donnie brasco
mafia money and a mafiadon's swag
handsome ass looks and a mike tyson jab
fist in ya face and a barrel down ya throat
hang ya in ya room leave a suicide note
show up at ya funeral in luie vatton
wink at ya girlfriend and comfort your mom
And i only got feedback from one person,i do wanna know if the flow is good but i mainly wanna get some inpuut on the writing
rarely say my prayors but im puffin on the crossjoint
hairpin trigga slpit ya figure with the hollowpoints
god forgive me for the way that i am livn
repent for my sins n pray my soul be forgivin
follow me i can show you the way
to get up up off ya ass n get paid
verbal killer if you hear me your a witness,hear a new song add that bitch to my hitlist
leave em in aww leave your girl sayin aww damn
step up to me boy come on n get ya jaw jammed
get ya girl fukked or get ya pockets emptied
get ya life took so please dont tempt me
and ill b paid til the day that the reaper comes
he better come strapped cuz ill be waitin here with 20 guns
yall hatin on me cuz im fresher than soap
n u dont c me but i see u thru my scope
pow bang boom whatever
make it rain bullets now youre under the weather
hit what i shoot for my aims never off
got the red dot lazor on the kalishnakov(real name for ak-47)
never stop shootin im a man on a mission
only take a pause to reload ammuniton
ak 47 and the pump 12 gauge one blast ya ass and the other one sprays
ak47 put some fukkin holes in em
and the armor piercin rounds make that kevlar look like denim
ridin in the lac and that bitch forrest green
and it got a big trunk do u know what i mean
middle of the night we in the woods with a shovel
bury your cadeavor do it fast on the double
paid off some pigs i aint worried bout the 5-0
dont worry bout me only worry for my rivals
we dont fukk with snitches and the whole block is silent
n if we got a problem we resolve it with violence
my grass is the greenest it aint greener on the other side
put a foot on my grass and thatll be a homicide\
cant fukk with me im a lyrical giant
gotta extra phone for my bitches and my clients
runnin your mouth man u must b feelin cocky
somebody shoulda told u i gotta left hook like rocky
quit a good job but my papers still good tho
it made me forget who i was like donnie brasco
mafia money and a mafiadon's swag
handsome ass looks and a mike tyson jab
fist in ya face and a barrel down ya throat
hang ya in ya room leave a suicide note
show up at ya funeral in luie vatton
wink at ya girlfriend and comfort your mom
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