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 shining for no apparent reason - gucci mane

[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
waka flocka!
waka flocka flame, and shawty he a renegade
green diamond chain, same color as some gaitorade
deadly like ades, watch me when i’m on the stage
born in a rage, i’m finna bust [?]
these n-ggas i don’t trust, new b-tches i gotta f-ck
run up on me, try [?]
murder man don’t give a f-ck
headshot [?], flintstone bed rock
[?], i’d rather go out like big or pac
before i run into the cops
beef, i love that sh-t
it keep me on [?]
i sware i got an aditude [?]
he not really [?], he rappin up china white
he don’t like me, punch me on site
flocka!
[chorus: schife]
grand [?], stunting season
shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
n-ggas broke, b-tch we eating
shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
my wrist rocky, [?]
i’m shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
my pockets [?], you’re breaking even
i’m shining on these hoes for no apairent reason

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i don’t need a reason, that kush i’m steady chiefen
[?] 1017,i’m pledging my allegiance
throwing money in the club, rappers start to leaving
you n-ggas need to pick it up like the hoes, i know y’all need it
[?] , still cooking, i guess i’m greedy
so icey ent, [?] k!ll your ass for treason
i got [?], non believeing
but now you all falling back like your hairlines reseading
tokyo for me [?]
put 30 birds on your dome like it was falkin season
for no apairent reason, you try to start beefing
[?] and turn your b-tch ass to a paraplegic
gucci!

[chorus: schife]
grand [?], stunting season
shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
n-ggas broke, b-tch we eating
shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
my wrist rocky, [?]
i’m shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
my pockets [?], you’re breaking even
i’m shining on these hoes for no apairent reason
[verse 3: wooh da kid]
wooh da kid, that’s my stage name
and i’m surrounded by more ice than a hockey game
my neck froze, and you’re the one to blame
and i don’t mean [?] when i say i’m up the chain
my pockets dumb, this n-gga broke
might as well hang yourself, n-gga here’s a rope
walking graveyard, it’s a murder scene
dead people everywhere, falling out my jeans
dead guys, we talking presidents
rooky to the game, but spit like a veteron
brick squad, that’s my main clique
black bird flew, man i think my [?] sick

- gucci mane

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS