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 no. 444 - ace_santana02

no. 444 lyrics
[intro]
donnie katana
it’s santana in this b-tch
i got gang in this b-tch, ctb sh-t, 4500 sh-t, let’s get it

[verse 1: ace_santana02]
basically, i don’t got time for the b-tches, i’m focused on rapping and rhyming and sh-t
these n-ggas, they slimy and grimy and sh-t, but i know what they doing behind me and sh-t
my diamonds, they looking real icey and sh-t
i got my glock, ain’t no fighting and sh-t
i got your thot, so i’m piping your b-tch
no, i’m not wifing, one-nighting a b-tch
[offed?] in her twice, they rewinding and sh-t
now she calling my phone, i’m declining that sh-t
dropped out of school, started grinding and sh-t
now, i’m back in that b-tch, but i’m high as a b-tch
flying with stars, so i’m shining and sh-t
off a bar, feel like i’m dying and sh-t
please do not touch me, got glock on my hip
twelve wan’ arrest ’cause my n-ggas gon’ dip
texting like, “ace, where you at?” you know where i’m at, i’m all in my bag likе some chips
i’m balling on n-ggas like shaq, swear that i’m back, watch how thеy get on my d-ck
i’m daddy, but i’m not a dad, i’m breaking her back and then a young n-gga might ditch
she loving the way that i drip, texting my phone, she want me to slide to the crib
wait, i cannot fold for this sh-t
f-cked on that ho, now she broke than a b-tch
ayy, smoking on doja and sh-t (ayy)
all on the block with my soldiers and sh-t
ayy, young n-gga cold than a b-tch
hop on the track, then i’m doming that b-tch
ayy, these n-ggas be hoeing and sh-t
hating on us ’cause we blowing and sh-t
if i’m not rapping, i’m serving them fiends
jas’ in the back, he put roll in my jeans
forty on us and it came with a beam
n-ggas be toting just like mr. clean
f-cking his b-tch, made her get on her knees
sipping faygo and it’s mixed with the lean
pull up with draco when i’m on the scene
play with my dawg, we gon’ blow up then sneeze
[verse 2: dattboyc]
dattboyc in this b-tch, ho, i’m back now
that lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck, throw it back out
i be beating on n-ggas like smackdown
goe in this b-tch, better back down
i’ma smoke on this zip, smoke a half now
all white, no cocaine
you f-cking with me? it’s a cold case
smoking on gas, propane
that lil’ b-tch want a ring? no way, too focused on money again
that lil’ n-gga keep talking for fame
we gon’ pull up and shoot at his friends
culinary diamonds, these too bougie
but, her best friend wanna do me
can’t f-ck with hoes, they be choosy
we f-ck around, shoot a movie
that b-tch, she be all in my face
masked up, no case
smoking dope up in the wraith
can’t get caught up by the jakes
’cause i do the dash like usain
too focused, don’t care ’bout what you say
pg in the cut with a new k
we been shooting, ain’t talking no 2k
that lil’ b-tch wanna f-ck, wanna date me
no boy listens ’cause that b-tch too crazy
i be counting up cash on the daily
know my goals, they gon’ shoot ’em like navy
[outro]
donnie katana

- ace_santana02

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS