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 steppin on satan - bigbabygucci

lyrics from snippets

[intro]
i’m the type of n-gga to leave him where he’s dead

i’m the type of n-gga get a prius, put it on twenty (yeah)
i’m the type of n-gga get a b-tch that get her own money
you the type of n-gga walk around and gon’ never stunt it
you a typin’ n-gga in yo’ stories, all you do is front me (stupid)
[?], sh-t, i feel like that’s a lil’ kid
i just bought a louis handout, ten bands ain’t do it, kid
you be talkin’ ’bout all this crime, i wonder if you could do it big
last time i seen baby 5, he had himself a cougar b-tch
last time i seen baby 5, he walkin’ ’round with that sig
last time i seen baby 5, he f-cked on my lil’ baby momma
payin’ for her lil’ brother, and she doin’ hеlla bumming
that mean that she doin’ head, doin’ cokе, she h-lla funny
smoking on these oppers in my blunt, some big gorilla thunder
b-tches from the boulevard, you n-ggas are not 1-500 (15)
all these horses in my car, you hear when i’m coming
crazy girl grab the pack, she stealing my money
nah i ain’t feelin’ y’all, hop in the jet, i ain’t dealin’ with y’all (stupid)
i got so much money, i left this ho with a [?] (stupid)
deep in the bag, i hit the frog eyes, hit the toes (stupid)
f-ckin’ this b-tch, i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch, i take her [?] (are you stupid?)
f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up, f-ck it up (f-ck it up)
i just left wells-fargo, boa, i f-cked it up (d-mn)
lil’ bro mad as f-ck ’cause he can’t come f-ck with us (d-mn)
i don’t even eat no pizza but my blunts is stuffed crust
lil’ n-gga want him a feature, told that boy, “tough luck”
i’ma go have to pick him up…

- bigbabygucci

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS