Transit Na Sayonara Lyrics

Orikasa Ai

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Transit Na Sayonara
[Intro]QB ya shit shit is crazy yoCan't fuck wit youFo realThey can't fuck wit youThey can't fuck wit youWhat's wrong wit ya'll bitches manWhat's wrong wit ya'll niggas manC'mon The fuck is wrong wit ya'll niggasWhere you at niggaC'mon niggaWhere you at Where you at nigga c'mon[Verse 1 Larce "Banger" Vegas ]Yo Check em out Yo yo yoWhen it's murder on my mind, I do it all the timeGot tombstone flow, wit a casket rhymeYour gats is plastic, I got platinum ninesWith gold shells Banger Vegas tap ya spineI'm the type to spaz out and take back what's mineRep for my hood niggas slingin crack and dimesHalf is mineSo you know it's half my timeIn the pen or the boxWit my man on the oxWe gon do it like we did it on the blockLet's rollLike wit 60's 30's40 niggas wit meRep ya hoodRep ya blockRep ya cityThis is me talkin, without the Remy in meI kick it from the heart, that's why niggas feel meShow ya'll the true meanin why Banger act willieCause I start to spaz and smack a bitch sillyThey call Leo Ganza wit the twin nine millisYea niggasChorus: All (Lil' Kim) Do what you like (We don't give a fuck)Go head and fight (All my bitches grab a nigga)And fuck tonight (It's ya muthafuckin world)Do what you like, do what you likeDo what you like Bust of the nine And fuck tonight Do what you like, do what you like[Verse 2 Lil' Cease]Ayo yo ayoThis is for them niggas frontin, don't really want itMy 32 bullets got all ya names on itHit em in the brain, niggas slainLayin dormantIced out grenade, wit the big chains on itNew Years blimp Wit B.I.G. name on itIceburg sweaters wit Kim name on itCease-A-Le Tee wit big blood stain on itEvery time I sign a check, I sign a thug name on itNiggas got rhymes but they flow's so borinNo stage shows, so forgte about tourinMad at my team cause my niggas stay scorinAll you gotta do is make a false move and it's warninMy guns bustNiggas get wet when it's pourinRain down long like Kim gettin dressed in the morninFive star general, spit a uzi at ya coffinRun up in ya crib without a search warrantChorus[Verse 3 Bristal ]Once again it's onThe muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A.Bitches feel us, we the realestMy Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride forSend that ass slow like I ride a six fourI'm what ya kids admireDon't wanna see retireGot bitches in the pen and in the church choirGot a new attitude for the Y2KSame shit nigga try me I'ma blow em away[Verse 4 Lil Kim]Ayo move out the way Bris I'm about to hook offSick of muthafuckas tryna play us lick we softYou have any idea how many words I shook offI'm not havin uh no I'm not havin itYou heard what I said, don't make me raise my voiceAnd I know ya'll don't want me to call me boysM.A.F.I.A. we break rules in the clubMy whole crews in the clubAnd girl, don't you hate when bitches be wit the friendsDancin all wildBumpin you again and againYea I know That some real punk shitFuck that I ain't tryna hear that drunk shitBitches like that get stomped outYou know the rules, beat a bitch till she conk outLady what we fear nigga you likeGive em a pussy inviteIt's aiight maybe get ya pussy sucked tonightChorusOutro Lil' Cease (Lil' Kim)(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)Yea muthafuckasAll my niggas get high and fuck tonightIt's our muthafuckin world(Ya'll need to cut it out 'fore ya get stomped out)YeaBig shout from the houseYea Queen BeeM.A.F.I.A. styleB.I.G. Forever babyBrooklynWe gonna let ya'll knowDo what you wantDo what ya like niggaIt's 2000YaknowwhatI'msayinAll hell to the Y2Kim babyGB It's yo turnAll you hoes make a u-turn

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