letra de $ stacks & big gulps - 7eventhirty
(verse)
actin’ bad, like one of them sour bees
i wanna know kinda people to make room for that ratch
we got off in that gl-ss and grabbin’ her by the bootie
i’m lookin’ like leatona, i told her that she can sue me
folder, my knee just swole up, my g-y sh-t hit that kabookie
i’m toed up like kawasaki, on top like she’s suzuki
game as a claim of fame, she sayn she ain’t a groupie
here for moral support, but she offer a mega sushi
you fired cause you burnt out, your girlfriend rode that propane
i just wanna ? that, she wanted me to cover that whole thang
she got a thing for that underdog comin’ down the hall with no underdraw
turn around and might clap for me, she like to call it a round of applauds
she asked me flippin’ and scratch for the itch and scratch
oh, you flees just itch and scratch and affect you like a rat
on yo knees, b-tch, n-ggas in the club wanna buy that sh-t
you wanna be the team, come and ride that b-tch
look the dead in our eyesockets ? i said b-tch
(hook)
on the flo’, on that block, on that millway
they all want what i got and i give to ’em
don’t hold no more, betta stop with that sh-t
i’mma make you dead, no eyesockets
point you corpse and i said b-tch
i’m bout to whip it and you know the track befo’ yo money stack
and then i’m gon’ put that money stack on top of that money stack
i’mma put another rapper in a body bag
but then i’mma put that body bag in a pile of body bags
(verse)
you n-ggas ain’t bit more role, the first nate erased my eyebrow
me and lil’ sue get hood rat
n-ggas rap bout they lifestyle
and they ain’t talkin’ bout nuttin’
y’all n-ggas ain’t talkin bout nuttin’
every time y’all oen ya mouth ya front
open ya mouth ya lost ya fuss
pullin’ up with that roof missin’, rain in yo head, that hard pour
color purple my mind stays
and i’m ridin’ round in that car slow
f-ck the way the limit of the pace
with sofa aches y’all fl1ck on me
smile in my face like a flake on me
splizz think i got cake on me
only thing you and i have in common is yo old lady
and she only gt her face on me
i’m a betta rapper than you -ssh0l-s
might as well stay in yo place, homie
i worry that spit, that fl1ck, that twist that blade
the c-ck won’t turn into a hummer
raid! popper that trunk with a battering magazine
getto link gun spray
er’body wanna be a real -ss n-gga, but yo -ss don’t wanna be a n-gga fo’ real
a p-ssy -ss n-gga front, he don’t need money
cause they on’t know how to act and they get on my deal
seven thirty but i get my time right back
everybody n-gga know i get a line like that
i might hurt yo feelin’ in a rhyme like that
a money stack in a body bag like that
(hook)
on the flo’, on that block, on that millway
they all want what i got and i give to ’em
don’t hold no more, betta stop with that sh-t
i’mma make you dead, no eyesockets
point you corpse and i said b-tch
i’m bout to whip it and you know the track befo’ yo money stack
and then i’m gon’ put that money stack on top of that money stack
i’mma put another rapper in a body bag
but then i’mma put that body bag in a pile of body bags
letras aleatórias
- letra de never tear us apart - bishop briggs
- letra de i can not - dave east
- letra de wooden heart - wendel adkins
- letra de cupido - sfera ebbasta feat. quavo
- letra de dios estaba ahí - breidy moronta
- letra de new for you - hinds
- letra de 灑小朋友 - 呂士軒
- letra de candy pop - twice
- letra de fortaleço - marcella bártholo
- letra de optimistic - august greene