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 walkdown - 88dub

[verse 1]
styrofoam cup filled with ice, i’ma pour up
i’ma sip drank till i throw up
say that we p-ssy, don’t know us
come to the block gotta show us
these n-ggas really lil boys
really ain’t making no noise
spin through his block with a torch
walk his ass down in some 4’s

[chorus]
walk his ass down in designer
bend his ass up, fold em up, like a motherf-ckin binder
rip his ass up like a grinder
he try to run, bullets come right behind him
he say he gon slide but ain’t slid and he know where to find me
ride through the hood in top down i ain’t hiding
shot him, k!lled his team no ain’t running to revive him
ain’t worry bout k!lling us, you know i’m bout violence

[verse 2]
if he speak on my name, know i gotta gеt wicked
no schooling, no clapping, we come and dismiss еm
ever slide on a [?] it gon hit em
n-gga talkin that pillow, don’t really be k!llin
these n-ggas loose screws and they think i won’t drill em
i’ma let off that clip when i get in that [?]
if i hit em with 4 that’s a guarantee spill
walkdown, give em some more, just depend how i’m feeling
please don’t speak on my name i give daily blood baths
free my bros out the cage, free b-wayne and lil ash
i can’t go back to jail, i see twelve and i’m dashin
they don’t hit me with questions they know not to ask me
they like “d-mn he skrrted off, call back up he just passed us”
i’m a felon that’s thuggin, they gon try to blast me
if i’m feeling down, we comin up out that [?]
try some, give it up, don’t get left in the past
you a hoe not a gangster, just let me remind you
hit him up, light him back, like the seat we reclinin
put the d-ck on the glock and i ain’t f-ck v-g-n-
homeboys turned to snakes but i knew they was grimy
already know where he stay so we ain’t gotta find him
put the beam through the window, you see it, it’s shining
i’ma aim for his face, hit his eye, try to blind him
heart cold as the f-ck hit the room, change the climate
[chorus]
walk his ass down in designer
bend his ass up, fold em up, like a motherf-ckin binder
rip his ass up like a grinder
he try to run, bullets come right behind him
he say he gon slide but ain’t slid and he know where to find me
ride through the hood in top down i ain’t hiding
shot him, k!lled his team no ain’t running to revive him
ain’t worry bout k!lling us, you know i’m bout violence
walk his ass down in designer
bend his ass up, fold em up, like a motherf-ckin binder
rip his ass up like a grinder
he try to run, bullets come right behind him
he say he gon slide but ain’t slid and he know where to find me
ride through the hood in top down i ain’t hiding
shot him, k!lled his team no ain’t running to revive him
ain’t worry bout k!lling us, you know i’m bout violence

- 88dub

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS