Gardena Guitar

Bentley with the keys you go on
Say you wouldn't leave where you going?
I put you on your knees now you on
See the devil in her eyes see her horns
Kick off on a flight to the ruins
We trapping all night from the morning
Talking to god trying to shake back from sins
He got tripe crossed shit it is what it is

Bentley with the keys you go on
Say you wouldn't leave where you going?
I put you on your knees now you on
See the devil in her eyes see her horns
Kick off on a flight to the ruins
We trapping all night from the morning
Talking to god trying to shake back from sins
He got tripe crossed shit it is what it is

I hope that one day I can talk to my kids
My iron like my bitch cause it come from
Odd number of shots think he spent with a sig
I spent my day trapping it is what it is
And sending out backends and making it flip
And from out my mouth no you wont get a tip
Who? What?
Nigga damo dont know shit
Hiding the stones and the bands with my bitch
Fed kick the door you'll see me again
Take me a way with a shit eating grin
Cause young nigga is playing the street shit
At lil level not everyone is
Mama she mad I got wock in her fridge
Snatch me a nigga you play with her kids
Just like its third sending a blitz
Screaming out touchdown scored on a bitch
Now if them peoples come and snatch away from me
I might wanna take you somewhere make believe
We can do some drugs we can do ecstacy
Got a brick of Molly its right up under your seat
Up under your seat
Heard you was a freak
I heard- I heard you was a freak
I heard you got a thing for me
I heard you heard you maybe lean?
Make up Mabeline
Why you fabling
Why you aint stay with me?
I said you eat you gotta creep
Oh
They playing thing
I got ice and racks on me
I put them bags all in your street
I pop Mcqueen tags on your street
I run with gunners they elite
My youngin kill you for a P
That shit so sad he can't even read
I swear I
Get me a half
O
And whip me
O
Whip me a
O
I can whip me a
O
I can whip me a
o
And I'm whipping the bowl
Big 4 5 and it taking your soul
I got a bitch and she willing roll
I got some niggas that train they on go
I got some nigga that snatching your soul
Got a Glock with a pipe and a pipe is a poll
Wanna take my life
Bet you can't take my bitch
Bet you can't my life

Bentley with the keys you go on
Say you wouldn't leave where you going?
I put you on your knees now you on
See the devil in her eyes see her horns
Kick off on a flight to the ruins
We trapping all night from the morning
Talking to god trying to shake back from sins
He got tripe crossed shit it is what it is

Bentley with the keys you go on
Say you wouldn't leave where you going?
I put you on your knees now you on
See the devil in her eyes see her horns
Kick off on a flight to the ruins
We trapping all night from the morning
Talking to god trying to shake back from sins
He got tripe crossed shit it is what it is



Credits
Writer(s): Damian Prince
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