[Intro]
How we do it in that 4-1-7
How we do it in that 4-1-7
Ya like that
Better start praying to Heaven
Cause I'ma come through and I'ma rip ya up
Bad mother and we don't give a what, what, what?
[Freestyle]
What it is, how bout ya do that
Ya do that, I'm sorry boutcha, how I do that
Ya know that, I rip that, and I don't give no whats
I bend that over and stuff
Tryin' get her out my head
Kiss that girl till my cheeks turn red
On fire and I can't put it out
I'm the one to start it
You can call me Smokey (ow)
You know that's what the I said
You know the way I live
Buyin' a 12-pack, givin' up
Yeah at the party don't give enough
I'm fun and ya'll lookin' cool
You wanna come over here and give me some cool
Would you mind, if I take you cause you's a dime
You know that is the time, 2-Live
You know what I'm bout
You know that I'm gonna take you out
And walk it out
Homerun 27 (x2)
Gur, give me love and don't lie
I ain't got nothin' wrong with my heart
And if you don't neither
Got nothin', baby girl, nothin' worry bout
That be hickeys, you know what I'm sayin
All the way I'm kissing her, she get insane
That's how I do that, 4-1-7 all about my music
Yeah I drop the 'word'
Look at all these fools runnin' round actin' scurred
White boy says the word one time
And he's all up on Larry King sayin' "it wasn't mine"
Oh you know I'm represent
Oh you know I'm about to rep in it
Oh you know I'm startin' to wreck in it -Ralph
You know what I'm talkin' about when I'm hittin' the club
You know what I'm talkin' about when I'm hittin' the mug
Mug meana
You know that's what I'm seein'
You know I'm on [?]
OCD, you know what I'm bout
You know I don't want no numbers when I'm in her house
No kiddin'
You know what I'm talkin' bout I ain't 'ruptin' in her house
No kiddin'
That's what I'm talkin' bout, I ain't never goin' flaw
Down south, down south
You know them hillbillies they like
I'm from the 4-1-7 and I ain't even like it
Nah, that's what I'm sayin
I never got her cause I'm insane
Can't keep it under the roof
And even if I tried [?]
Bulletproof and it's
Ya'll know what I'm talkin' bout reppin' this
And I'm reppin' my town
And I'm reppin' my block
You see the black marks on the highway
That was hot
Yeah I ain't never gave enough
Punched a kid in the face for talkin' bout my love
Then I let him see it
Then he starts talkin' about how little his was to me
Ha, no h*mo
They love Guy Banks in they mouth
That's what Guy Banks all about
That's what I'm talkin' bout when I take you home girl I'ma put it in your dirty south
Don't ignorant
Let 'er in
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