a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de a jazzy rhyme - mmo

[intro: naisha (triggnomm)]
yo this sh-t’s recording kid
so drop some jazz sh-t (drop some sh-t)
drop some jazzy sh-t, (put the blunts down)
drop some jazzy sh-t, (son set it off, set it off)

[naisha]
the state of naisha, mug like tai yung
p-ss fruit wine, travel like fruit flies
through blue skies, america, san pucci can take
cushion, i owe extinction, and play bronze
wit violins, we deep like talons
it’s costello, the cl-ssic m.j. smoke weed says
live like the life on ya r.c.a.
the odyssey, blood and poetry, the shako wit pottery
a mockery, to slay me a mussolini wit kennedy
muscle me, emilio savage team
goodfellas is obscene, my off the can is f-ck up the scene
bonjour madame, sushi, you bleed burgundy
oh sanata, doing a bada, benjamin on pearl harbor
uh, you feeling it, spoke the smooth words of shawn carter
my day will hood ya rob saga, the city in red
seen the crew, dealt the income, seven p.m.
bermuda tennis, remember in the a.m.
sh-t like stankon, or bredren, we spread like tiger bomb
twisted and feel it on, black espionage
bump nas, crack the naisha, all in favor

[chorus x2: triggnomm]
it’s a jazzy rhyme from the j to the z
wit a cl-ssic shine like a ’98 m3
smooth as badu, slow mo’ from malibu
to honolulu, the m-ssive, we comin’ through

[triggnomm]
peep the latest, medallions players
my scene is a drop top black beem, interior mint green
plus loaded, p-ss naish’ the dice, bet he roll it
4-5-6, stock bank, now we holdin’
n-gg-s is cucci, we absolutely get the lucci
son, i love money, like ricky love lucy
in fact, i know this cat in colorado named ricardo
pushin’ milato’s, money and murder was his motto
he read the bible, that’s only cuz he live the trifle
new his days were numbered the surface of disciple
meanwhile, he stay browsin’ for housin’
cuz black cats just can’t play these maps wit thousands
ice jewels, cuz cash rule, keep a two
true hard knock, take that -ss straight to school, son
i got a feeling we gon’ rise this far
word bonds, scratchin’ my palm, eatin’ shrimp parmegan
true don juan, wit the iced out cl-sters on
you gots to hustle, then son, get ya hustle on
you gots to gamble, then son, get ya gamble on
big trigga, best believe, i’m gon’ handle long

[chorus x4]

- mmo

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS