19.5 Lyrics

These niggas out here playing, man i swear to god

They gone make come and put one in these pussies car

Better yet, meaning i swear to god

I'll beat you to ya crib, be in ya front yard

Niggas out here playing, man they think this shit a game

(huh) choppa boyz, the clique nigga i claim

Listen, listen nigga this murder capitol

We turnt them choppas and get murdered after you

Hop out wit them choppas, osama he getting hit

These niggas out f*ckin wit bitches we been hit

That franky got a crazy face that Frank Muller Spent alot of faces on that, word to my jeweler

(huh) shoot a nigga all in his shit, clip like a ruler

Touchdown we in oak town, stacking like hoovers

The way a nigga moving that dog, fast as a cargo

Put about sixteen bands up out my cargos

Bad bitch, thick n the waist, crib full of marbles

Hunnit bands,fresh out the safe,who want the problems

Get the ten and serve right in front of ya, benihanas

Nine times outta ten, these niggas dont want no problems

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