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 maryland ass nigga - idk

[intro]
pg county police! get your hands above your f-ckin’ heads!

[verse 1: idk]
stick a middle-cl-ss kid in a bad school and that’s me (hi)
the bad apple that dangled up on the fam’s tree
ballin’ to be like 2k, no raz b
my fruit been forbidden, you n-gg-s ain’t gotta ask eve
the first one in my family to see the
penitentiary when i shoulda been seein’ c’s, b’s
a’s too, mama and martin just wasn’t able
to keep me studyin’ history in their teepee
where the hoes at? yeah, and not the navajos
skippin’ spanish with your b-tch like vámonos
at night, hit the lick with the toasty toast
hit the alley, then i hit 12 with the okie doke (haha)
you’ll never catch me (ha,) you’ll never catch me
my description was a 5’9″ n-gg- with mild acne
ski mask, coat and boots make me look like a tall athlete
so they lose every time that they thinkin’ they ’bout to bag me

[chorus: idk]
we (yeah)
we don’t give a f-ck about you (right)
your homie on your block’ll get it too (woo!)
you little motherf-ckers ain’t gangster
they know you (right)
don’t make me put a hit out on you (bop, bop, bop)
don’t make me and my n-gg-s come through (yeah)
you little motherf-ckers ain’t gangster, they know

[bridge: swizz beatz]
goddammit!
press your life, how the f-ck you feel? (oh)
i ain’t have to do it but i did it still (woo)
what i’m s’posed to do? call god now? (right)
what i’m s’posed to do? call god now? (yeah)
press your life, how the f-ck you feel? (woo!)
i ain’t have to do it but i did it still (oh)
oh you actin’ hard now? (oh)
oh you actin’ hard?

[verse 2: idk & swizz beatz]
oh godd-mn, yes the h-ll i am
i’ma run up in your house just to say i can
tell a ho that i love her when the sh-t ain’t true
when i hit, she my b-tch when she think she my boo
that’s f-cked up, i know, but f-ck that, i’m grown
i used to hit it in the kitchen when my mama not home
that’s messed up, i’m tryna right my wrongs
but i’m sorry, them same wrongs help me write this song
okay, runnin’ halls, runnin’ school, runnin’ home, runnin’ pockets, gang gang (oh!)
runnin’ church, mama say i don’t even pay attention anyway (real)
after church, call the clique, smoke the spliff, hit the lick, split the sh-t
take this check, buy some kicks, man it’s it, yeah that’s it (right)
told my job that i quit, huh, tell the truth, i got fired, huh
boss said i had a warrant, huh, i said, “you a liar”, huh
check my voicemail prior, huh, guess who the sh-t was from, huh
third district sayin’, “turn yourself in now ’cause we got the gun”

[chorus: jay idk & swizz beatz]
we (oh!)
we don’t give a f-ck about you
your homie on your block’ll get it too
you little motherf-ckers ain’t gangster (right)
they know you (oh!)
don’t make me put a hit out on you (oh!)
don’t make me and my n-gg-s come through (woo!)
you little motherf-ckers ain’t gangster, they know

- idk

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS