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 green like neon - babystaydown

[intro]
(ayy, what these n-ggas on, soulja?)

[chorus: babystaydown]
b-tch ain’t gotta act like that with a young n-gga, you know i’m the p one
gettin’ that p-ssy, you know i’m gon’ box that sh-t up, you know i’m gon’ beat somethin’
i’ll make your momma cry, n-gga, just send me that dot, you know i’ll delete somethin’
flat-black on that glock, on the heater
five-star b-tches on me, i’m a phenom, this a glock 21 like deion
i tell this b-tch anything, these hoes green as f-ck like neon, huh
my brother, he want him a chain, tell a rap n-gga, “come do a feature”
pull up to the studio though, you know? huh
steppin’ on sh-t, g.i. joe, frrt, all day, smokin’ on dope, yeah

[verse 1: babystaydown]
thirty round in pocket of my coat, who in thе streets? i ain’t makin’ no post
yeah, hit his block, now he makin’ a post, oh, thesе n-ggas 12, i already know
your ass wasn’t trappin’, ain’t f-ckin’ with dope
huh, buck your glock, silly, for a bankroll
ho, i can’t wait for this sh-t to get old, dominican b-tch, look like jlo (blatt)

[verse 2: pradabagshawty]
these n-ggas 12 and i know it, hot box, swervin’, you know that b-tch stolen
she gon’ eat d-ck in the booth, recordin’ (eugh)
she throw it back on the cam’, performin’
he tried to buck, i wasn’t goin’ for it, i got a stick in the jansport (frrt)
i tell lil yachty, “pull up”, he gon’ blow it
n-ggas be hidin’ from the smoke, they ain’t on it
i don’t hang with rats, i run up my tony
throwaway glock, ain’t n0body want it
pull out the .9 on any opponent (the .9)
dunk on a ho, i won’t lay it like jokic
switch on the pole, you know i’ma tote ’em
your ho gon’ go if i say i want her
catch up with buddy like slave owner
exotic gas on me, you can tell by the odour
take that boy down, he talkin’ ’bout, i owe him
392, i go a h-llcat motor (mhm), roll up the za, chain smoke it
kick the b-tch out, why this b-tch bipolar?
dunk on a opp, put that boy on a poster
i keep it a bool on a b-tch, get another
fully drac’, step back, watch it stutter (blatt)
i get the drop and send shots at his mother (five)
[chorus: babystaydown]
b-tch ain’t gotta act like that with a young n-gga, you know i’m the p one
gettin’ that p-ssy, you know i’m gon’ box that sh-t up, you know i’m gon’ beat somethin’
i’ll make your momma cry, n-gga, just send me that dot, you know i’ll delete somethin’
flat-black on that glock, on the heater
five-star b-tches on me, i’m a phenom, this a glock 21 like deion
i tell this b-tch anything, these hoes green as f-ck like neon, huh
my brother, he want him a chain, tell a rap n-gga, “come do a feature”
pull up to the studio though, you know? huh
steppin’ on sh-t, g.i. joe, frrt, all day, smokin’ on dope (cling, glrrt, glrrt)

- babystaydown

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS