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 no hook ! - goattalkk novaa

(ybk kappy)
he must be a dummy if that n-gga think ’bout robbing me
b-tch don’t test your luck i keep a glock up in these robin jeans
this ain’t trick or treat, he think it’s sweet, that mask on just like halloween
lil’ bro shooting like cole bennett, best believe that we gon’ make a scene
and i never been to boston, but all my n-ggas play for green
i took her to the telly, paint her face just like some maybelline
my lil’ shooter go crazy he gonna score b-tch if he off a bean
or off a perc, this glock put in work, bet it’s gon’ to get it done
and say it’s smokе, that sh-t gonna get you jumped, b-tch f-ck a 1 on 1
i hit it once thеn kicked it to the curb, that’s a one and done
monkey nuts up on the drake, but i called that shii a honeybun
they sent shots up on my block but we spun back and gave ’em 21
and they had fast feet like athletes p-ssy n-gga what you running from
you ain’t dodging this you get hit
if i make the call then they send the blitz
no football, glock gotta kick
so be careful who you f-cking with
223 gon’ take his soul right out his body
and best believe i’m making statements if a p-ssy n-gga try me
you can’t hang if you ain’t so p-ssy n-gga don’t stand by me
and these hollows took his cap off b-tch that’s word to bobby
if the gang spin you block
catch a opp
hit his top
he gon drop
said he dead by 6 o’clock
b-tch don’t run up you get popped
(goattalkk novaa)
b-tch don’t run up you get pop
you ain’t wit it nah
goattalkk yea we hopping out the car
yea we gone k!ll you uh
ybk we on the track you know we finna’ catch them hats
n-ggas talking all that sh-t
tell em get they n-gga back b-tch n-gga
why these n-ggas dissin’ me
all they do is wanna hate
pull up on that b-tch as n-gga
and hit ’em with the f-ckin drac
ain’t got no time to play
they ain’t wit it hit ’em in they fitted
talking all that sh-t
you ain’t with it
make yo’ b-tch ass quit it
goattalkk novaa yeaa
yea yea
kappy on the track
buy my b-tch a benz
see her friends
bring my n-gga kapp
these n-ggas ain’t even with it
they don’t live
what they f-ckin rap
call that n-gga panokio all he really do is f-ckin cap
if novaa on the beat
then you know
that b-tch finna’ slap
n-ggas really p-ssy
they just tryna’
beef up on the app
he thought it was gospel
that choppa sing like marvin sapp
don’t let me catch you
in that field we send them bullets
that’s a headtap
like he from the middle east
ain’t shii to get your head wrapped
b-tch i’m out the boro
put my city on the f-ckin’ map
you would think
he just performed
the way that n-gga got clapped
ain’t talking bout no velcro
when i say i keep a f-ckin’ strap
goattalkk

- goattalkk novaa

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS