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 tonight - cuban doll

[chorus: omb peezy]
it’s on, i’m sliding if you’re wrong or right
c-ck back that pillar, put on my hoodie, cut off the lights
i’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
i’m slanging iron tonight, yeah
it’s on, just bought a chopper with a knife
bend the block, let it pop, and take off in the night
i’m tryna take a life, somebody dying tonight
i’m slanging iron tonight, yeah

[verse 1: mozzy]
fired up, still fighting these demons
some wounds will never heal, internal bleeding
why they k!lled my n-gga for no reason, he ain’t bang
know you watching over, without you it ain’t the same
i’m sippin’ to numb the pain
can’t kick ’cause this sh-t addictive
shout out to my sister for behind the wall visits
broken as far as spirit, n-ggas had me by the b-lls
it ain’t mine but at the same time i’m finna take the fall
that’s your partner and he die, you gotta slide, that’s the law
otherwise quiet down, we ain’t impressed with all the talk
little extra on the sauce, i’m a crime boss baby
pull up on the side of blood and knock your mind off baby
and oh-three-eighties either

[verse 2: cuban doll]
here we go, same b-tches barking but they don’t bite
hoes always talking fist game but they don’t fight
alright, reload that pistol, all my dogs right
might have to fire employees, that’s boss life
it’s on sight, i don’t hesistate
see p-ssies praying, i don’t do ’em
close my eyes then i meditate
shoot ’em, they body fly up and levitate
how i’m gon’ press on all these phonies, gotta let ’em hate
these n-ggas, they salty just like these b-tches too
i cannot f-ck with you if i’m not getting rich with you
these fake n-ggas, they ain’t even got no principle
i got my glock tucked, ’cause n-gga i ain’t invincible

[verse 3: omb peezy]
it’s on, i’m sliding if it’s right or wrong
wrong move to put my name up in your song
boy what type of sh-t you on?
we beef and you want to call a n-gga’s phone
f-ck a death threat, come try it if you want to
these n-ggas braggin’, geeks
pressure it then i be poppin’ sticks
i’m just beachin’, boilin’ like a pot of grease
every night i go to sleep
i pray to god, protect from this nina
hide my name up in your case
i hope that g turn into a winner, keep a stick
with a beam, eyes open on the road
had a dream they stepped on, bullets ripping through my clothes
take my soul, never, you gon’ take one to the nose
went and jammed, would’ve got him
tried to run but he was slow, peezy

- cuban doll

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS