What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ, oh you wanna play, you Steve Irwin, I'm the stingray
Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play
Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie
BMG, I take a nigga out, it's laundry day
I got the sack on me, though, came home for the holidays
He came around flexing, he got jacked like Monterey
Pistol hot as f*ck, I done let it burn in a Rasta wayy
Bro, done made a f*ckin' killin' off of that Molly Rock
My brother moving beans, but he ain't working at no coffee shop
I'm piff as f*ck when hoes see me, I'm looking like a lollipop
We gon' hit you in your head, we gon' do body shots
Blond bitch, bad as f*ck, look like Marilyn
When I first had seen her, that shit, boosted my adrenaline
I don't want y'all around me, it ain't even no comparison
Cause I don't f*ck with niggas, I feel like a white American
Nine by five, it's ripping through your exoskeleton
I know y'all for real, man, y'all niggas soft as gelatin
I can't even acknowledge y'all, cause y'all ain't even relevant
Every day I'm in the paint, Zion on the Pelicans
Nigga wanna die, I got all the damn supplies
Up the fye, send that nigga high, now he Rastafari
I was down bad on my dick, I had to improvise
Y'all ain't even trying to get no money, I can't sympathize
What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ
Oh, you wanna play, you Steve Irwin I'm the stingray
Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play
Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie
BMG, I take a nigga out, it's laundry day
I got the sack on me, done came home for the holidays
Come around flexing and he get jacked like Monterey
Pistol hot as f*ck I done let it burn in a Rasta way
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509 BMG - rastafari Lyrics
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What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ, oh you wanna play, you Steve Irwin, I'm the stingray
Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play
Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie
BMG, I take a nigga out, it's laundry day
I got the sack on me, though, came home for the holidays
He came around flexing, he got jacked like Monterey
Pistol hot as f*ck, I done let it burn in a Rasta wayy
Bro, done made a f*ckin' killin' off of that Molly Rock
My brother moving beans, but he ain't working at no coffee shop
I'm piff as f*ck when hoes see me, I'm looking like a lollipop
We gon' hit you in your head, we gon' do body shots
Blond bitch, bad as f*ck, look like Marilyn
When I first had seen her, that shit, boosted my adrenaline
I don't want y'all around me, it ain't even no comparison
Cause I don't f*ck with niggas, I feel like a white American
Nine by five, it's ripping through your exoskeleton
I know y'all for real, man, y'all niggas soft as gelatin
I can't even acknowledge y'all, cause y'all ain't even relevant
Every day I'm in the paint, Zion on the Pelicans
Nigga wanna die, I got all the damn supplies
Up the fye, send that nigga high, now he Rastafari
I was down bad on my dick, I had to improvise
Y'all ain't even trying to get no money, I can't sympathize
What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ
Oh, you wanna play, you Steve Irwin I'm the stingray
Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play
Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie
BMG, I take a nigga out, it's laundry day
I got the sack on me, done came home for the holidays
Come around flexing and he get jacked like Monterey
Pistol hot as f*ck I done let it burn in a Rasta way
Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play
Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie
BMG, I take a nigga out, it's laundry day
I got the sack on me, though, came home for the holidays
He came around flexing, he got jacked like Monterey
Pistol hot as f*ck, I done let it burn in a Rasta wayy
Bro, done made a f*ckin' killin' off of that Molly Rock
My brother moving beans, but he ain't working at no coffee shop
I'm piff as f*ck when hoes see me, I'm looking like a lollipop
We gon' hit you in your head, we gon' do body shots
Blond bitch, bad as f*ck, look like Marilyn
When I first had seen her, that shit, boosted my adrenaline
I don't want y'all around me, it ain't even no comparison
Cause I don't f*ck with niggas, I feel like a white American
Nine by five, it's ripping through your exoskeleton
I know y'all for real, man, y'all niggas soft as gelatin
I can't even acknowledge y'all, cause y'all ain't even relevant
Every day I'm in the paint, Zion on the Pelicans
Nigga wanna die, I got all the damn supplies
Up the fye, send that nigga high, now he Rastafari
I was down bad on my dick, I had to improvise
Y'all ain't even trying to get no money, I can't sympathize
What you want, the hollow point, or the FMJ
Oh, you wanna play, you Steve Irwin I'm the stingray
Jumping out the crib, I'm looking like I hit the power play
Baby girl, what it do, get in that lingerie
BMG, I take a nigga out, it's laundry day
I got the sack on me, done came home for the holidays
Come around flexing and he get jacked like Monterey
Pistol hot as f*ck I done let it burn in a Rasta way
Writer: 509 BMG
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