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 mf outro - ace cino

[verse 1: allstar jr]
[?] in the d, ice me up, i wanna go numb
used to [?] they ain’t wanna throw nothing
now they on my line, get the f-ck on, you old bumm
knowing i ain’t f-cking with you, dumb b-tch, you know something
ball on n-ggas, take it in, finger roll
take the girl [?] n-gga, what i need her for?
it’s some gang members, mama saying leave alone
f-ck that, right or wrong, i’m your keeper, bro
[?] how i pull up, f-cking with n-ggas
[?] lined up like a government, n-gga
when that mac rise up, it be cutting through n-ggas
get wacked behind us, don’t be f-cking with n-ggas
talk ’bout it, cause i really ot it
really really popping
tell a b-tch adios, and she sick about it
r.g.s., get a bag, b-tch, you sn-tching plates
[?]
[verse 2 ?]
[?] talking to that n-gga cheese
walked up out the doors, then i jumped in a sleeve
n-gga went to louisville, stopped at 26 to get some weed
[?] i was flat, i was back up in the d
i just made a k!lling out of town, [?]
i blowed up and my money growed up, p-b-rty
money ain’t changed me, just changed n-ggas’ view of me
[?] we got it out the mud [?] new to me
dawged a couple hoes, and they sware they was through with me
now they back on pics, since they see me in the jewelry
i got them [?] and they 2 a piece
i could play the crib, and i could get the b-tches [?]

[verse 3 ?]
these n-ggas see that i’m the [?], ain’t nothing they can do with me
drank plug call me with some pints, i need 2 at least
i make this sh-t move fast, like it’s 2 of me
drop white sticks, now it’s time for some jewelry
these n-ggas rapping foolary, 20 hundreds for a fee
she wetter than a pool for me, ain’t [?] with me
these n-ggas actors, i shoot more shots than a movie scene
getting all this money ain’t new to me
you think that b-tch s-xy, well she through to me
i [?] taking hundred dollar sips
[?] lotta water, i [?]
bro turned 50 months to a whole hundred
i need this money [?]
[?] now we getting victories
10 bands off a song, going down in history
10 grams in the bong, smoking like a chimney
i got the table set, put a perc on your b-tch tongue, it’s gon’ make her wet
[?] these p-ssy n-ggas tough on the internet
[?] b-tch, yeah [?] in the flesh
put a n-gga life in my hands, you won’t get it back
give it to you n-ggas, you all good with the copycat
[?] even old enough to speak to me, where your mama at?
and we don’t ride with guns on the seet, this b-tch in my lap
you n-ggas still on the ‘gram, asking for a follo back

- ace cino

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS