letra de one spliff - joseph handz
yo
these n-ggas talking bout how you from new york and you don’t drill?
i do what i want n-gga watch this
[chorus]
it’s either get rich or you die trying
bunch of n-ggas in spliffs cause they tried fighting
hold on
back out the grip and we on sight him
he took off in a whip ain’t no point in trying
call up henny and ended up bag em up
i got shootas that’s itching to act up
real hittas in fields wit macs tucked
gang hoping you ain’t got no bad luck
[post-chorus]
look
we just gon spin till we nauseous
hop out of 4 whips
empty like 4 clips
drum hold 60 enormous
rip through like 4 ribs
great performance
baby come whine on a n-gga who been touching bread ain’t chat wit informants
then i’m gon pass her to gang and then she come back cuz i wanted more spits
[verse 1]
stop playing
stop playing
i caught me a opp on the other sidе
no we ain’t gonnna stop for no red signs
can’t match my drip on the dеad guys
i been flowing like this since the bedtimes
imagine that
imagine that
baby flows on they list yea it’s top 5
baby flows on they list yea it’s top 5
[bridge]
round two
(what look)
uh
lemme stop playin wit them
forreal round 2
(stop playin, round 2)
c’mon
[verse 2]
stack bread like a jew
like b-tches in two
all papers in blues
uh b-tch
handz gripping the tool
it’s pointing at you
we shoot out ya clues
uh b-tch
you sure you wanna spin this block?
like n-ggas ain’t flipping the chop
false move on the spot
we aiming the glock
say goodbye ya top (bye bye)
it’s nun of the sweet talk baby girl
just listen to me talk
i ain’t mention no gangs in this sh-t
but n-ggas know where my feet walk
that boy he ain’t better than me
he feature for free
well i let the heat talk
he a actor like glee
wit acting degrees
i leave em dead wit street chalk
[chorus]
it’s either get rich or you die trying
bunch of n-ggas in spliffs cuz they tried fighting
hold on
back out the grip and we on sight em
he took off in a whip ain’t no point in trying
call up henny and ended up bag em up
i got shootas that’s itching to act up
real hittas in fields wit macs tucked
gang hoping you ain’t got no bad luck
[post-chorus]
look
we just gon spin till we nauseous
hop out of 4 whips
empty like 4 clips
drum hold 60 enormous
rip through like 4 rips
great performance
baby come whine on a n-gga who been touching bread ain’t chat wit informants
then i’m gon pass her to gang and then she come back cuz i wanted more spits
grraa
[outro: billy boyo]
one spliff a day keep the evil away
one spliff a day keep the evil away
one one spliff a day keep the evil away
one spliff a day keep the evil away
one one spliff a day keep the evil away
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