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 lights, camera, action - baby stone gorillas

lights, camera, action lyrics
[intro: top5ivee]
jay

[chorus: top5ivee]
go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck ’em in
i was down broke, they ain’t believe me, but i understand
on the road to riches, i ain’t stopping ’til they let me in
and when they do, we ain’t stopping, i bet they’ll think again
lights, camera, action sh-t, i’m getting used to this
but don’t think i’m not in the field, still pulling skits

[verse 1: p4k]
big benz sliding through the set, i love to drag race
n-ggas love to speak on the gang, but be in last place
louis v chucks on my feet like i got bad taste
had to get the belt to match the socks ’cause they ain’t have bape
big bread, bust down the bag, i need a f-cking m
if you ain’t talking ’bout a lot of bread, then we can’t f-ck with them
you wouldn’t dare to mix your wock’ and tris and drop a perc’ up in it
my mind playing tricks on me, but the strap, it got like twenty in it
hollow points, i’m quick to bang it out, i make it hard for n-ggas
say i’m phased from this thug life, it kind of scarred a n-gga
fell to the bottom of the pit, was left to starve with n-ggas
but the same jay ones i starved with made it hard for n-ggas
flag a n-gga down, i’m out the window, that’s a flatline
better have that strap in your coupe because i got mine
you ain’t never with me [?][0:51]
then slid to the opposition side and try to box ’em in
[chorus: top5ivee]
go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck ’em in
i was down broke, they ain’t believe me, but i understand
on the road to riches, i ain’t stopping ’til they let me in
and when they do, we ain’t stopping, i bet they’ll think again
lights, camera, action sh-t, i’m getting used to this
but don’t think i’m not in the field, still pulling skits

[verse 2: ek!llaoffdablock]
hop on the road and get that bag, that’s what a young n-gga into
up on the block where it’s hot, you got your glock? i got my sh-t too
that n-gga homie died, his mama used to hold box of tissue
that n-gga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue
and if i put that bag up on your head, my young n-ggas gon’ get you
remember pushing in them hondas, now a n-gga need a benz coupe
that n-gga said he had a problem with me, boy, then press your issue
hop on the road and get that bag, that’s what a young n-gga into

[interlude: 5much]
that’s what we into
mmm

[verse 3: 5much]
i’m so sick and tired, so sick and tired for real
ain’t no sympathy for the other side for real
felt a lot of pain, now i live in sorrow
where i’m from, you pray that you see tomorrow
catch an oppa slipping, hollow tip his backside
he a baby stone gorilla and he love the gang slide
just pulled out walking on that mainline
n-gga, we ain’t playing ball, tell the opps it’s game time
if a n-gga shoot his shot, would i miss you, bae?
would i wipe that n-gga nose just like tissue paper?
if i see you kissing faces now, you gon’ f-ck me later
mix the uh with the uh, now i’m high like an elevator
tryna stack a hundred hundreds, tryna stack that paper
tryna touch a big bag, rather take later
told her these givenchy shoes, not no chuck taylors
told her we just friends now, we can f-ck later
[chorus: top5ivee]
go against the gang, grab a sheet, we finna tuck ’em in
i was down broke, they ain’t believe me, but i understand
on the road to riches, i ain’t stopping ’til they let me in
and when they do, we ain’t stopping, i bet they’ll think again
lights, camera, action sh-t, i’m getting used to this
but don’t think i’m not in the field, still pulling skits

- baby stone gorillas

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS