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 guillotine - flatoutbrian

Loading...

guillotine lyrics
[intro]
flatout (flatout, yeah)
yeah (aye)
money first, b-tches later

[verse 1]
hitting a jugg while i’m hitting some tree
slide me some funnel, throw me a sheet
pull up alone, don’t need to be deep
talking that sh-t but he don’t wanna meet

one day my brothers gon’ smoke out the pound
that boy a snitch, that boy a clown
these n-ggas funny, i just want the money
and i’m blowing up while she topping me down

can’t f-ck with your b-tch ’cause i know she a tramp
i’m going up like i hopped on a ramp
theses n-ggas lame, these n-ggas champ
light up the room like a turned on a lamp

i do not care i pull up to your county
i’m on ur head like a hunnid k bounty
i got juice, i feel like i’m drowning
walk with my bruvahs and we getting rowdy
i cannot go uh
he tryna front for the show uh
i’ll put a blade to ur throat uh
walking around like the goat uh

walking around like the man uh
i’m f-cking your b-tch off a xan uh
run up, get done up, b-tch i’m on a come up
i started this sh-t with a plan, yuh

[verse 2]

that f-ck n-gga dumb, he think that it’s fun
until i pull up to his kickback
big boy beam and it kickback
she give me neck while i sit back

i get h-lla cash, i get h-lla ass
i’m popping a perc, like a tic tac
my shawdy devine, you n-ggas behind
i feel like the muhf-ckin big mac

your time is up and it’s my turn to do it
got your b-tch suckin’ and f-ckin’ n chewin’
her man was an opp, she reached for a kiss
and i was like “girl, what the f-ck are you doing?”
put on a ski, ’cause that boy get to suing
n-ggas my sons and you know i influence
i’m fighting the demons while n-ggas be scheming
but u know i’m quick to send em to the ruins

i feel like ewing ’cause i got the shot
used to keep 2 or 3 blades in my socks
i got a white girl, she was the right girl
she used to suck me in muhf-ckin crocks

your baby momma might f-ck on the block
your brodie ended up being an opp
i’m witcho sister, she call me mister
i let her suck up my kids like a mop

[pre-chorus]
aye, i let her suck up my kids like a mop
that n-gga ended up being an opp
i might just go hit a l!ck on your block
aye

[chorus]
aye, aye, aye, young n-gga i’m feelin nasty
go to the bank and i’m çashing
i’m with your girl and we matching
i’m got the pen and i’m tapping
big dawg overlapping
hitting a jugg and i’m sacking
talking that sh-t and i’m smacking
hit from the back and she gas me

[verse 3]
uh, why do you ask for me
call up my dawg and he clap for me
boy this is blasphemy
f-ck on a b-tch her name cassidy
young n-gga, gripping the pole

i’m rappin like j-cole
i’m takin your bae, stole
they watch me like cable

[outro]
watch me like cable
la,la,la,la
la,la,la,la
flatout

- flatoutbrian

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...