Andrew Kelley - Ill Figures (AK Eazy-E Remix) lyrics

rate me

Infinite love hip-hop, you can't stop me, like The Rockly

Brooklyn, baby, cool on this...infinite

Real niggers wanna meet me

Ladies wanna eat me.

Money came, Mercedes claim, baby,

Feed me! Love came

Breast up, sweats and tweats

Ride around the hood,

Getting Gati respect

My hand is golden

My OG rolling in golden

Fresh kick, soft leather pockets

Let my jam hit ya tape deck

It's straight up, and made up

For every real nigga with his gun on'em

Hate up!

Flying through the city nice

We flight

Blue ice

Hundred thousand in the night bag

Licence

Drug shopping sorry

Atari in the ferrari

Next see the lexus

Shala laton par

Eating you, all of us, skama gangstas

You know we honor

Tip the kangol

Cooling in the ground vanquish

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Nobody move,

Nobody get hurt!

Dude, letting it on you,

My nigger with them young boys

Will run upon you

Shoot you, wippah!

Brooklyn nigger, beg for your life!

And my Staten Island hommies know a place

Where your faces can ice

Try walking half in this

Pick the screen up like it's happening

We built for this

Go for your gun!

And then expect another day of your life

I'll murder your drugs!

Big hammer with slugs

It can get ugly as fuck

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