Riddle lyrics

by

Comethazine


[Intro]
(Grow up, n*gga)
Yeah, we with it, n*gga
Yeah, we did it, n*gga
We the ones who shot at you and slid by
We with it, n*gga
b*tch
Yeah

[Chorus]
Let's get it, n*gga, yeah, I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it, n*gga, we the ones who shot at you and slid by
We with it, n*gga, we don't do the joking, tell the opps that they can get it, n*gga
Creep up on him blacked out, he won't know what hit him
b*tch, I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle

[Verse]
I don't got no time for your ass, you ain't my type
Big thighs, big tits, big ass, that's what I like
Big sticks, big clips, big gas, story of my life
I remember them days out on that block, I had to get right
Setting up shop, hand full of crack rock, I ball my fist tight
This ten inch, this very long stick, that's what your b*tch like
A b*tch n*gga, a man who act like ho, that's what I dislike
A wig splitter, the ammo in this pole that take a b*tch life
[Chorus]
Let's get it, n*gga, yeah, I brought a pole, but we can fist fight
We did it, n*gga, we the ones who shot at you and slid by
We with it, n*gga, we don't do the joking, tell the opps that they can get it, n*gga
Creep up on him blacked out, he won't know what hit him
b*tch, I told you, we don't back down, knew we had to get him (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
Riddle put that boy to sleep, someone pass his ass a pillow (Yeah)
Grah, grah, the MAC's out, they sing his ass a riddle
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