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 get it in - blacka da don

[chorus: blacka da don & lb spiffy]
i’ve been on the road i’m tryna win, baby
shorty callin’ down my phone like where you’ve been, baby
when i get this paper i’ma bring it in, baby
i’ve been on the road get it in, baby
i get it in baby, and my n-ggas pull shootin’ like they lin, baby
i’ve been on the road get it in, baby
i be gettin’ to these hunnids for my n-ggas for my brothers, ha

[verse 1: lb spiffy]
for my n-ggas for my brothers, ha
that b-tch she cute but i ain’t cuffin’ her
she give me top then like my t–th get to brushin’ her
can’t trust n-ggas thank god for my momma, ha
we be at your door just like gnome
she keep callin’ my phone
she want me d-ck her down in the bone
she want me d-ck her down vlone
d-ck her down when he home
she wanna f-ck the bro, ha
she wanna f-ck the phone, ha
i get it in baby, and my n-ggas pull shootin’ like they lin, baby
i’ve been on the road get it in, baby
i be gettin’ to these hunnids for my n-ggas for my brothers, ha

[chorus: blacka da don]
i’ve been on the road i’m tryna win, baby
shorty callin’ down my phone like where you’ve been, baby
when i get this paper i’ma bring it in, baby
i’ve been on the road gettin’ it in, baby
i’ve been on the road i’m tryna win, baby
shorty callin’ down my phone like where you’ve been, baby
when i get this paper i’ma bring it in, baby
i’ve been on the road gettin’ it in, baby

[verse 2: blacka da don]
i’m gettin’ it in, baby
she been callin’ down my phone like where you’ve been, baby
she ain’t trippin’ when that paper comin’ in, baby
i took a loss and now i’m tryna win, baby
young n-gga grindin’ yeah i get it on the road
paper gettin’ thicker, man that sh-t can never fold
straight up out the 61st, and yes he at your soul
whole lotta plugs yeah i get it for the low, for the low yeah
if a n-gga diss the hood he ain’t comin’ back
lil’ mama got some ass better throw it back
if i ain’t up on a stage then i’m in the trap
know some n-ggas wit’ a chain they ain’t got no strap
they ain’t got no gun, they ain’t got no funds
n-ggas tryna go to war they don’t got no one
how you in the strip club you ain’t got no ones
n-gga shot my block up so we bodied one

- blacka da don

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS