letra de quadruple rings - haf n' haf
[hook]
rollin’ round in the audi, audi, audi
shmokin’- pounds of that loudy, loudy, loudy
no doubt my clique we gets rowdy, rowdy, rowdy
i’m coolin’ up where its cloudy
i got.. drugs in the trunk, big bundles ridin’ out
no sheep in the jungle its just lions at your house
no peace for the humble so i’m flyin’ with an ounce
ogs starting rumbles when you lying, f-ck you ’bout..?
(n-gg-)
[verse]
oh wow, bet they hate me now
wanna wet up my set like its raining out
but my cats got gats with the lasers now
put that aim on your brain, make your flame go out (blaow)
see i used to be a peace
but fugazi rappers wanna spew my name up in the streets
now i’m paging clappers, tellin’ em to blaze em cuz i’m cheesed
and i ain’t with police, rest em all in peace (haffo)
north’s coldest boy
i don’t look when i’m walkin’ from explosions boy
can’t be a f-cking slave to emotions bruh bruh
all day, everyday shmokin’ la la
highs for the lows lows, flyer than momo
and apa, don’t act like you b-st-rds ain’t know doe
just dap me
or if you act looney tooney, i got goonies, make you duck like daffy
[hook]
rollin’ round in the audi, audi, audi
shmokin’- pounds of that loudy, loudy, loudy
no doubt my clique we gets rowdy, rowdy, rowdy
i’m coolin’ up where its cloudy
i got.. drugs in the trunk, big bundles ridin’ out
no sheep in the jungle its just lions at your house
no peace for the humble so i’m flyin’ with an ounce
ogs starting rumbles when you lying, f-ck you ’bout..?
[verse]
look, i ain’t ever felt the buzz i deserve yet
but i’ll be grinding ’til i’m signing off that first check
and no majors, need an independent contract
corporate slavers ain’t gon’ leave me with a raw back
i’m part black.. they love them new mulattos
heard you all that now they herd you like some cattle
sn-tch you from the trap, now you trapped making trap
’til the fad may just p-ss, then you back slangin’ crack (l)
hey you laugh but its the cold -ss truth
new slaves tend to hang from their own d-mn noose
lose the heart of the art, get you soul sn-tched too
who’d a thought you get robbed by some old -ss suits
have your fame fade like an old tattoo
if you can’t maintain then you’re old -ss news
watch sh-t change when i pimp the game
me and rus gon’ sw-ng in quadruple rings when we
[hook]
rollin’ round in the audi, audi, audi
shmokin’- pounds of that loudy, loudy, loudy
no doubt my clique we gets rowdy, rowdy, rowdy
i’m coolin’ up where its cloudy
i got.. drugs in the trunk, big bundles ridin’ out
no sheep in the jungle its just lions at your house
no peace for the humble so i’m flyin’ with an ounce
ogs starting rumbles when you lying, f-ck you ’bout..?
(n-gg-)
[outro]
said f-ck you ’bout n-gg-..?
you already know i’m plottin’ on that rs 7
skrt skrt
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