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 wifi - deaf streets

Loading...

(verse) [yung nak]

she say she like when i’m drippin’
but i be on b-tches
it’s awful, y’all still smoking midget
and i had codeine in my system
like how could you miss it
i’m here for one night then i’m dippin’

and n-ggas want work, but they running now
flippin’ that work
moving pound-to-pound
i got it silenced, won’t hear a sound
i f-cked your b-tch, she got tossed around

f-ck with the judge, so you get no dap
i whooped his ass, didn’t need a strap
i’m smoking woods, i can’t smoke no blacks
weed that got sparkles, that stanky pack

i told my b-tch i’ll be gone for the weekend
mouthful of xannies, i’m out for the evening
take me for granted, you’re better off leaving
i had that b-tch saying menelik season!

jumping for joy, like his diamonds was tweakin’
i tried to tell you that nak was a demon
pack for the low, now i call my plug jesus
that boy no good, he been plotting and scheming
sh-t on the past, b-tch i’m smoking exclusive
you can’t say it’s mid when you choke when you use it
choke on this d-ck while i burn all your music
master like roshi, y’all n-ggas my students

all in her face like my d-ck was a toothpick
i f-cked her once to avoid the confusion
google my past, b-tch you’ll know that i’m with it
blood on my denim, these levis is fitted

t–th out your mouth, they gon’ call me your dentist
she say im cold like like my last name was bennett
22 rounds, hoe my clip came extended
3 in your face, n-gga f-ck the attention

(verse 2) [yung nak]

came with assistance, i’m too high to handle it
n-ggas is fake, like a hand full of counterfeits
don’t come with smoke, ‘less you’re ready for battling
i heard your b-tch pop for grams, she too average

4g my backwood, i’m smoking on wifi
n-gga try rob, i got shooters on standby
real n-gga training, she call me a rabbi
i f-cked her fast, then i dipped like a drive by
pulled up 5 deep and we look the x-men
glock pulled up quick, make that n-gga a yes man
means you’re a b-tch, and i’ll send you to heaven
means when i see you, they call you a dead man

(bridge) [yung nak]

perc gonna k!ll me, my b-tch close behind
lean by the pt, i can’t buy no line
smoke with my n-ggas, i’m muf-cking high
walking through dallas, i’m muf-cking high

ralph on my d-ck, while i’m grabbing her thigh
polo my socks, that’s a horse in disguise
she pop for menelik, i ain’t surprised
they ain’t gon’ handle it, why even try

i’ll never chase her, or lower my standards
i’m flipping weight, now my muf-cking back hurt
yeah, you can call me, but i ain’t gon’ answer
jesus can’t save you, i swear on his sandles

(verse) [nye almighty]
im back on my old sh-t , back to this rap sh-t a lot , n-gga i geek a lot, pull up an smoke on a wood n we boxed, n-gga im hot in these streets like some rock

n-gga you riding a lease but we cop, i put a lot in this speech watch it flop, you can’t relate to my sh-t but it bop, you can’t relate to the sh-t watch it drop
180 on dash n we zoomin , i f-ck some sh-t up mybadibezooted, creep on an opp and he dont see the movement , silly ass n-gga get robbed if he snoozin

how you a shooter my n-gga you losin? , my girl she bad den a b-tch n she boujie, you can not f-ck with the clique you too choosy, gold on my neck got me feeling like bruce lee

im in distress n-gga i need some music, ice in my tek gotta keep that sh-t coolin, i can not lie yo sh-t really confuse me

how you a shooter my n-gga you loosin? , pop and the drooler got me dreaming lucid, dont talk to me n-gga you is a loser, dont talk to me n-gga you is a loser

- deaf streets

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...