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 tables turned - arierr

Loading...

if i ain’t at the bank, i’m probably out of town. all this talking down on my name, what’s the cap about? you can’t mess with us; stay your b-tch ass in the house. like a bartender, catch an opp, we’re sending shots around

if it ain’t about the pape, there ain’t sh-t for us to talk about. once i get the neck up off your b-tch, she’s getting spent around. thinking you’re a demon, boy, don’t make me call those h-ll hounds. don’t let us hear it’s up, ‘cause it ain’t hard to put you on the ground

looking in the mirror like, “d-mn, arierr, you the goat.” apple watch tells me every day i don’t havе time for hoes. no cap, if dawg was still alive, i’d jugg thе pope. might f-ck around and slide, shooting sh-t like i’m zeroscope

let ‘em call the boss, best believe i’m running out the store. asking me for some, i’mma ask if you can spell no. what the f-ck i say on warzone? i’m in that one mode. heard dawg was talking about some pape, shut up, boy, you’re broke

man, i’m sick and tired of these hoes, where my mucinex? reminiscing back when i was broke, so now i gotta flex. playing with the bag, i’ll get him blue like he sent a text. feel like stanwill, i told this b-tch i only cheat on tests

up all night getting to it, i don’t need no rest. b-tch, i paid a band for these shoes; you better watch your step. no bullsh-t, could run up 10 and wouldn’t break a sweat. if you switched up or played it crazy, bet you gon’ regret

i’m in your city making more than you, and i’m a visitor. had your lil’ b-tch blow my b-lls, then you came to get her. used to lose a lot, but the tables turned, now i’m the only winner. let us get the drop, we gon’ firebomb the whole perimeter

let her play it crazy, it ain’t sh-t to throw her in a blender. i could knock out hulk with this punch, throw me on avengers. don’t come around acting like gang, you are not a member. trying to stop me? you’re better off trying to revive hitler

i’m done taking l’s; that point in life is way over with. i’m up chasing pape; tell me, why would i chase a b-tch? keep the blaster while i’m flying in a rocket ship. nah, for real, when we slide, i hope you got armor equipped

we are not opps; you’re just mad that i took your b-tch. put him in a box down below now like he’s roddy ricch. you’re talking down on me, but i don’t even know your ass exists. scap who? send him to the gates if he raises his fist

- arierr

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...