(A.W.A the mafia, my nigga)
Kore
Taxi 5, L1-L2
L1-L2, R1-R2, up-down, left-right

Baby, outside, some really shocking things are happening
I come out of a brawl, I bite into my grub, I leave two teeth
I turn on my full headlights on this chick's ass
She finds me rude but my bag is too chic
At night, I zombify myself and think back to the night before
I only think about fucking her and enjoying all her pay
I was too die, backfire
The bullet digs, digs, digs into her chest

I come in when her parents sleep, all these jewels shine
I'm in sneakers, jogging, Gucci accessories, han
If you're my girl, you're my mule
If you're my wife I hide you from the cold like the flame
If I push you, you have to kill
If I calm you down, it's not for the girl, it's for my dope

I smoke California Kush in the bed of a beast of a 'cup
Without pity I smoke up her room and I take everything in her bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, city of crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, Phantom, face, control
I smoke California Kush the bed of a beast of a 'cup
Every day I smoke up the room and I take everything in her bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, city of crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, Phantom, face, control

Baby, outside, some really shocking things are happening
I come out of a brawl, I bite into my grub, I leave two teeth
I turn on my full headlights on this chick's ass
She finds me rude but my bag is too chic
At night, I zombify myself and think back to the night before
I only think about fucking her and enjoying all her pay
I was too die, backfire
The bullet digs, digs, digs into her chest

Trap boy, bitch, you know we got that
Hey guys, I can't lose if they legalize my catches, I break them
I'm between her thighs, I think about the diamond under my index finger, under my car
It brings a tear to my eye when I see mom in need so I come to get my cash

I smoke California Kush in the bed of a beast of a 'cup
Without pity I smoke up her room and I take everything in her bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, city of crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, Phantom, face, control
I smoke California Kush the bed of a beast of a 'cup
Every day I smoke up the room and I take everything in her bag
Crime pays, rhyme pays, city of crime
Murder crew, Rolls Royce, Phantom, face, control

Baby, outside, some really shocking things are happening
I come out of a brawl, I bite into my grub, I leave two teeth
I turn on my full headlights on this chick's ass
She finds me rude but my bag is too chic
At night, I zombify myself and think back to the night before
I only think about fucking her and enjoying all her pay
I was too die, backfire
The bullet digs, digs, digs into her chest

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