One 50 - Gangsta Paragon lyrics

rate me

I don't care who you with

I don't care who your bitch

I don't care what you spits

I am taking a trip out of state

mask my boots camp on your face

now bow down to my gangsta paragon clips

gangsta paragon, I am long with the big gun

I drop the candy cause I am ready

fully set and ready with guns packs

bust back till the grams drop

motherfuckers it's time to stay black

collect my weapons from black jack

in the killing seasons, I shoot cops

my guns bark like the dog lamp

I'm still smooth like snoop in the shoes

fucking kill the hoes when they try to loose

quick hiding slap on your back

yeah, mr. 1-8-4-7 is jaming straps

on your dick soldiers for the holder

sell your soul in the folder, gangsta dish in your roller

while the bullets flying in your stroller

call me when you need lyrics, I'ma die to give you a hits

leave only one punchline for my son

the world ain't a thug to melt it up

roll on the high way and fucking spray the stick money on ya honey

yeah, the gaming is a g, I flip books like mr. crooks brooks

lay up a gangsta ropes on the streets

give cops the iron rap sheets with hot beef

oh shit, why you got it wrong now from the wrong mind

I smoke the book of crime, ya feel the heat of the horn sound

now picture my lifestyle in freestyle till I get high and die hard