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 life support - digdat

[intro]
young kidd got the heat, baby

[chorus]
i was shoutin’ “get off my neck”
gov’ had me on head support (what you doin’?)
i put n-ggas on life support (true)
still swingin’ my samurai sword (swing it)

[verse]
i had one —- me v 3, not a yeezy, bare knife work on my cv (bare)
squeeze one hand on the shetty, it get left leaky (ching)
dior, balenciaga, she want all of that, but her mileage high (it’s high)
my b-tch knew car tank diesel, i’m passenger seat, one hand on her thigh (skrrt)
bro had armed jakes just raidin’ the flat, and i looked at my mum and she knew it was trouble
went through struggle, how many scuffles?
too much swing and my plug’s a knuckle
rippin’ up tops, tyin’ knots on the net bag, now, it’s a lv duffle (yeah)
brand new socks matchin’ slides to my belt, it’s a burberry buckle (yeah)
flying through the city in suttin’ sporty, i got no service in this tunnel (nah)
push my d-ck in her mouthpiece, just give me uck, babes, i ain’t tryna cuddle (yup)
i could take it back a bit, not nice, remember i was trappin’ in the rain? (trap)
now, it’s louis clips on the messenger bag with the monogram across this chain (it’s on)
as a kid, i was way too hype and my mum couldn’t keep me tamed (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
done him on my rambo knife n’ i did it with the fl!cky in a man’s face (yep)
came wrong, not on one level, i felt like riley stuck in the dock (lock)
now, i’m in oban street, new monclers and i try on a top
with my custard one, she yellow
hakkasan on my shank, stiletto
breakfast at the bulgari
buildin’ zito, sippin’ prosecco
my chocolate one, she a 10 out of 10, kinder bueno (peng)
what dior drop ain’t i copped yet? (which one?)
tell me which ap ain’t man got yet
which thot ain’t give me uck yet?
n-ggas out here cuffin’ these hoes (shh), end of the subject (what are you doin’?)
vest top, she came in a vest top (mh-mm)
my n-gga s love bladin’ head tops (shh)
push his shank in your head top (ching)
young, rich, and i’m gettin’ guap (money)
mix that cess with cookie (mix that up)
my eye, bloodshot (shot, shot), ever seen a whistle on a g-lock? (-whistle-, young kidd got the heat, baby)
[chorus]
i was shoutin’ “get off my neck”
gov’ had me on head support (what you doin’?)
i put n-ggas on life support (true)
still swingin’ my samurai sword

- digdat

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS