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 32 passengers - jtć mariø

(verse 1)
i didn’t talk very much, i’m used to holding in pain
i didn’t have an umbrella, i used to soak in the rain
my mama said you like your daddy, you ain’t never gone change
i wash my hands with all my problems and they go down the drain
no more pretending my life when i know that it ain’t
if i kept my hands in them books, i would of learned me some things
but i was deep up in the streets, staying up late with the gang
praying the lord take all my problems and just blow them away
i didn’t listen, was on a mission trying to get me a sack
i know some n-gg-s that’s down to k!ll them a n-gg- for racks
they got the glocks with extended clips, they need all of that
my uncle had a healthy life until he got into trap
the streets is dangerous, no one can take them a ride
the boys cannot play basketball, the babies always be crying
they can’t have parties on the streets cause someone always be dying
yeah, they shoot back a couple times but what’s the purpose of trying?
the nina’s busting, got people ducking, they fall off they feet
lil homie gotti post with the shotty , lay blood on the street
the mama’s crying , see people dying , what’s happening to streets?
robbery the only way n-gg-s got something to eat
but don’t show hatred to me, only speak facts when i see it
know all the n-gg-s that grip the triggers and moving the sheet
the streets is hot in the winter time , you gone feel the heat
but i’ma die for my respect, won’t be no taking from me
you from a city where your gangsters always get beat
i’m from a city where we move the work just so we could eat
my n-gg-s real vegetables, n-gg-s don’t want the beef
i got the glocks full of iron, where do you wanna meet?

(chorus)
i can’t keep serving these scavengers
this chopper hold 32 p-ssengers
was in a rump until i got them packages
i make more than you do on your average lick
now i ride through the city with baddies, b-tch
and we smoking on gas, know you smell the scent
police jump behind me, ain’t no catching me
cause i’ma do 150 like c-ssidy

(verse 2)
when a n-gg- got the ball, do not hold me back
i be storming through the blocks where the cholos trap
when i hit my first mill, ain’t controlling me
i’ma cash the f-ck out, we gone eat one day
why the f-ck do these n-gg-s wanna ride my wave?
i’ma hit every house until i get paid
i know god watching over me, he see my ways
maybe i could have a relapse and change someday
but until that day, i’ma trap til my hands break, can’t wait
you n-gg-s won’t do a d-mn thing
bang bang, let the glock hit your mustang
then i go home and watch me a mukbang
jtc always got the static, bad b-tch, can’t f-ck with her if she average
flashing through a pack with my migos, gringos
moving rocks like the flintstones

- jtc mario

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS