Tekst:
Number One Gun Look To Pass

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the first gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one

them bitches cheeseheads Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green Bay Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeway And I'm "Ridin Dirty" 'cause I'm so U-G-K One

that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now See my gun, nigga? This

the way I glide To the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up Ah, it's bulging now, looked around, heard a gun shot pow I looked down, I whipped

night Tight than a mutharfucka with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the muthafuckin' Compton streets Peep, the shit got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number

dissect it Up in the project life, the street's be hectic The gun burst, son shot his tongue first Should've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun

, it's not what you expected The most def, the most hardcore respected One gun, number one, still most requested Ha, I teach a girl to cum in one easy lesson Teach a fan to look

the money fucked YOU up Tryin to say the money changed me? What you think, I'm your brother, you got a gun in my face see What??! How can one tiny mistake