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 agression - grindhard e

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
aiight

[verse]
like david and goliath i dare a big n-gga to play with me
i don’t go to church but imma ask if you can pray for me
the amount of drugs it take for me to get high, i know that it ain’t safe for me
said i’m done drinking, why my people call and say they got an eighth for me?
i be taxing i can break down a zip and make 800
went all day making money i ain’t ate nothing
how the plug front you the bag, you ain’t make nothing
if a n-gga tried to rob me he gone d-i-e trynna take something
he got shot in uh-
wait…
he got shot in the chest, his lungs collapsed, he on a respirator
i don’t know sh-t if the police come investigate us
grindhard seems like i took the steps, they took the escalator
told my play he better be on time, not a second later
went legit and made dog sh-t at first i hesitated
shoutout to my b-tch i touched 50 and she helped me make it
this sh-t could be gone any day so let’s be grateful
if i let you eat at my table i hope [?]
broke down them bo’s and sold em all in a week, how long will it take you?
if you go work a 9-5 how much they gone pay you?
a n-gga came and bought a zip from me, how much you think i gave him?
he came short and got finessed on the bag, do you think i played him?
huh? i really wanna know
n-gga wanna take it there, we can take it there, how far you wanna go?
my b-tch said she want a gold [?] well where you wanna go?
these n-ggas rats they tell the police everything that they wanna know
blow real exotics everybody asking where i got the smoke
if you ain’t trynna spend some money with me then you got to go
i was paying a high, now i’m plugged in, i don’t get taxed no mo’
it’s that time of the year, everybody balling till they taxes gone
i ain’t know she was married i almost f-cked up a happy home
almost got caught slipping i forgot i left my strap at home
got shot 5 times i don’t scr-p no more
i’m mad at justin “beaver” he the reason they don’t make act no more
poured all my drank, irritated, i ain’t got no mo’
i ain’t where where i wanna be so imma stack some mo’
rubberband every band i make and do irrational
we gone knock them n-ggas heads off they ain’t gone have a clue
they wanna know who i’m talkin bout got them askin who
it ain’t hard to k!ll somebody you just gotta choose
police investigating, but the case closed, cause they ain’t got no proof

- grindhard e

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS