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 letter from vegas - fmb dz

[intro]
huh
(getta beats)
the big whoop, n-gga
ayy, i’ma tell you like this
stop this b-tch when i’m lyin’
huh
woop

[verse]
i know these streets ain’t got no love for me, but i still love ’em
i know these b-tches ain’t no good for me, but i still f-ck ’em
i know they ain’t gon’ look out like i looked out, but i still blessed ’em
bad b-tch poured her heart out to me and i still left her
i got some n-ggas that i love to death, but i can’t f-ck with ’em
n-ggas mad ’cause i ain’t sittin’ still, i’m playin’ stucka with ’em
got off my ass, put some work in, n0body gave me sh-t
n0body gave me nothin’, hit the road and went and madе me somethin’
i want two bricks, i know that sh-t gon’ cost me еighty-somethin’
we speak in code, he say my b-tch in labor, that mean them babies comin’
he told me never try to blow your bag, you gotta save the money
never let the money make you, you gotta make the money
moved out the way to clear my head, i had to tighten up
diamonds on my neck vvs, you see ’em lightin’ up
spent a couple thousand for the fit just to lounge around
put a thick b-tch in the ring, go pound for pound
all i wanna do is run it up and run it up again
i remember times i blew it all and got it back again
i think it’s time to do the bentley truck ’cause i done did the benz
pull that motherf-cker through the hood, come up on exit 10
shh, we on the tropes with it
let rich get the yop, he do the most with it
jump out with my shirt off, passin’ out hugs
lil’ kids runnin’ up on me, i’m passin’ out dubs
get on my bad side, i turn into the bad guy
i sent blitz, i get n-ggas hits and i don’t ask why
you from the eastside? my n-ggas from that way too
so play stu’, i’ll have them n-ggas smoke you like some k2
it’s the big whoo, yeah, i started that
i’m the type to f-ck a cold b-tch and never call her back
bossman, throw a bag at you, i’m the quarterback
never go against the family, we go to war for that
b-tches tryna throw the p-ssy at me, i don’t even want it
’bout to put a n-gga in the blender, he don’t even know it
ran up on a white, had the pole and he ain’t even blow it
n-gga run up on me while i got it, i’ma hit his ass
ten milli might flip his ass
i almost lost control of the ‘cat when i hit the gas
you could feel the ground shakin’ when i fly past
thirty thousand on me, i got thigh pads
get a n-gga dropped for a low number
i had n-ggas spin the blocks for the whole summer
these n-ggas adam22s, they got no jumper
they’ve been waitin’ on me to drop, i made the streets suffer
[outro]
huh, yeah

- fmb dz

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS