Sean O'Connell - 12 12 Twelve lyrics

This my burial scene, n***a High off a substance, glad I said that I wasn't And now I got a reason to try and grab her a** in public Like f** it, can't say I'm new to this Must say I'm true to this, I'm tryna get stupid rich Like Ludacris with braids, b**h, get out my way b**h T-bone and crash the car, try and swerve in my lane sh** You think I won't then try me, Speak! is the man behind me They dreaming of Gwen Stefani or when she used to sing for No Doubt No doubt I still want that b**h throat now See her later, me and the p**y have a showdown (straight) The game I raid to my whole team Got a dinner plate, off a pint of your grandpa moonshine You n***as minute maid, getting paid to live it Although a few of my n***as still getting paid to weigh and zip it Distribute shipments, light up the splidiff Can't learn to die and lay like [?] n***as talking, I really did it Continue business, n***a