letra de gimmie my shot - g.u. slick
(verse 1)
my crafts hotter than a witches pot/brown sugar still in love wit this hip hop/time to shine like a diamond flooded wrist watch/spitting verses like scriptures better fear yo god/mason jars for da bars to strong for a ziploc/at these rappers necks they bite i’m a pit’s lock/minor setback just a pit stop/if you gotta lie to kick it, then you should kick rocks/spit 16’s like june 1971/ shots to pac wish he was still alive and he survived shots/him and big pop, traumatized by the murders left us all shocked/i pay homage if i name drop, pour out a little liqour then i bang shots/all the cool disappear whеn them flames hot/hope you own your soul whеn the train stop/my flow grown ya’ll babies like lil wayne pop
(hook)
hip hop better gimme my shot like patron like ciroc like remy(aye)…hip hop better gimme my shot like goose like crown like henny
(verse 2)
infrared dot/blow ya mind with just 1 shot/death to all my foes and crooked cops/my goal was to cop a double r drop/but still humble enough that i can walk blocks/until this curse stops, baby picture me rolling like connect the dots/and get off the throne ain’t no taking my spot/if you a king i’m a crown cuz i stay on top/look i was born to rock, plus i be bored alot/debating should i record or not/waiting til this game do a 360 like a xbox/cuz i don’t sip lean and i don’t pill pop/no skinny jeans either or no dreadlocks, no tats on my body and i don’t sell rocks/still posted for my paper like a mailbox/heaven sent but the flow is so h-ll hot
(hook)
hip hop better gimme my shot like patron like ciroc like remy(aye)…hip hop better gimme my shot like goose like crown like henny
(verse 3)
and ya don’t stop/yeah i’m ol’ skool they arm & hammer with it i’m just pro tools/they stay sleeping on me bro let ’em all snooze/i’m a wake ’em wit da flow like a alarm do/straight to the point like a lebron move/rah rah nope i’m a calm dude/sik wit it tho yup like e40’s crew they throw shots i throwback like e40’s brew/better with time like fine wine you can taste the proof/s on my chest when i’m in a booth/clark kent carties when i’m in a suit/don’t ask me to cutt shorty i’ll razor you/have you calling me daddy like i’m raising you/ask dej loaf she’ll tell you what this henny do/don’t compare me to others i’m a different dude/and i been putting in work forget this interview….hip hop!!
letras aleatórias
- letra de pop - ari lennox
- letra de peel off - hakeem prime
- letra de la magia de tus ojos - joss favela
- letra de never gonna let you go - binley
- letra de hello - m sylvic
- letra de piano rendition - the blue notes
- letra de so much - berner
- letra de imgonnaparty - bigone
- letra de no middle man - berner
- letra de dream it real - swim mountain