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 yes officer..hes in the house (dispatch) - daesworld

[intro]
-sampled dispatch call-
b-tch, ayy woah woah
daesworld
okay what?, my dot red just like cliff huh?
aye aye ha, yes

[verse 1]
knowing it’s not pressure, these f-ck boys detectives
i don’t like none of you n-ggas huh? now his -ss remember?
cause the feds start asking questions b-tch, now we got some pressure
f-ck your life huh, i’m alright rather be dead with my ice (uh)
f-ck the feds put this glock up to my head (b-tch)
he wanna bang p-ssy he gon’ end up dead (ahhhhh)
i’m f-cking sick you never cared about the head, face split i cut my wrists until i’m dead huh

[verse 2]
p-ssy boy popping on pinterest, i don’t need sticks i’m not missing
p-ssy he trap with the fifth huh
yeah meiko he got a smith n’ aye
we got the glock we not missin’
p-ssy boy shivering p-ssing huh
that boy gon’ stand in his p-ss (stand in it)
we gonna wipe of his nose (wipe on it, wipe on it) p-ssy boy came with a gl!ck
and the lil b-tch got a scope (scope on a, scope on a)
p-ssy i don’t need a hit (don’t need a, don’t need a)
that n-gga don’t got a hit uh
that n-gga can’t see you the fist
i never needed a gun, ran in that b-tch wit my fist
that boy is a b-tch he gon’ run
p-ssy we trap with the p-ss
that n-gga is rocking a bun, girl your boyfriend is a b-tch
my n-ggas didn’t need a stick uh she gotta man but wan hit huh?

[verse 3]
i took a lil b-tch to red lobster, cause i like the way that she chop down
the p-ssy boy trap what he know now?
that p-ssy he don’t wanna talk down
“um officer? we gotta man down!!”
now they -ss bringing the chalk out
f-cked her so good she can’t walk out
she say we just friends we don’t talk now
can you calm down lil b-tch,put the wig down
i’m hearing that he play wit sticks now
he was just a blood and he crip now
not scared of no gun i won’t stand down, aay b-tch

[verse 4]
let’s teach him a lesson, these f-ck boys detectives (b-tch)
the feds start asking questions, i don’t know what happened
n-gga is yo -ss on tv?, all these n-ggas acting
please just stop the cappin’ (cappin’)
i don’t need this rap sh-t, but the brick he keep on wrapping
he don’t want the action
b-tch

[outro: spoken word]
my voice keep on crackin’ n sh-t, ayy
(fuh, fuh, fuh)
i mean sh-t i felt like it was good enough
(grttt, pow, pow, b-tch)
but n-ggas gon’ tell you it’s wrong
i don’t really care to be honest
(huh, b-tch)
it’s a bunch of bullsh-t really
you n-ggas sit on the internet all day like some f-cking weirdos
in n-gga’s comments and sh-t
i f-cking hate you
people are f-ckin’ weird
get a job, a life, you’re still f-cking unemployed
you stink, wash yo -ss
please
thank you, i appreciate the time
b-tch
-sampled dispatch call-

- daesworld

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS