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 taleofthegun - hoaxxx

[intro]
i left my home
i left my home
to join the army
to join the army
i left my home
i left my home
to join the army
to join the army

[verse 1]
uh, a tale of the gun
i think that that boy boutta k!ll with a gun
lyrical burn and it came out the lung
i think that the smoke finna f-ck up my lungs
tale of the gun, preparin’, fee-fo-fum
k!llin’ these guys like i’m shootin’ a drum
i think he finna take it the way it come
he committed a crime, now he finna run

[bridge]
he think he got drip with the gold belt buckle
it made me chuckle, yuh

[verse 2]
uh, tale of the man
the motherf-ckin’ man who just k!lled every plan
i think that he just gonna do it again
do it again, he got no emotions
i’m finna get this dizzy, i got the potions
like hemotions, went through the motions
now i’m f-ckin’ dizzy, i can’t take any motion
now i’m f-ckin’ dizzy, i can’t take any motion
50 percentage, i’m not in final form
all of the time, i don’t feel at home
i be callin’ my spirits on every song that i’m on
now i’m finna be callin’ my ghosts
[bridge]
he think he got drip with the gold belt buckle
it made me chuckle, yuh

[verse 3]
uh, ghosts like caspar
i think that that boy finna ’cause h-lla havoc
i like a thick b-tch, i don’t need no plastic
all of these friends be fake like plastic
step in the phantom, my name not danny
i don’t do perkys, i be takin’ the xannys
countin’ bluefaces, i think i got twenty
he said he wanna fight but i don’t think he be ready
he sayin’ he bennie but he not no bennie
i said i wan’ fight he lookin’ scary
he sayin’ he bennie but he not no bennie
he sayin’ he bennie but he not no bennie

[bridge]
he think he got drip with the gold belt buckle
it made me chuckle, yuh

[verse 4]
i might know telekinesis
hop out the size of a thesis
same sandals rocked by jesus
when i be out in ibiza
that boy get split like cleavage
old man money, no regis
let you know i ain’t rockin’ your region
this sh-tty old season, huh
abra-cadabra
gettin’ the drip like it’s fanta, huh, yuh
abra-cadabra
gettin’ the drip like it’s fanta, huh, yuh
[bridge]
he think he got drip with the gold belt buckle
it made me chuckle, yuh

- hoaxxx

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS