letra de eagle land - jtć mariø
eagle land lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, my n-ggas aching, bound to k!ll for any reason
when i’m off the gas, a n-gga turn into a demon
why the f-ck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
bouta cook a n-gga , i don’t need to add the seasoning
i ain’t talking second hand, i’m really bout the smoke
when i spot the plot, i’m c-ck the glock , them n-ggas gotta go
i’ma put all of my n-ggas on, them b-tches better know
from the 803 & 843 , them n-ggas bouta blow
[verse 1]
talking word for word and bar for bar, they couldn’t catch the flow
diss the crew and i’ma pull up where you stay
even though we cooling , all my n-ggas banging grey
real trap babies, giving props to chuck and zay
pop a couple xannies, i’ma rock out like a band
rubber band, we been down to stretch a man
lilwalls point the glock to where you stand
all my n-ggas born and raised in eagle land
like i said i’m by the door with the 4
(aye, where that n-gga at , jtc?) i don’t know, he gotta go
showing her the ropes, she love to suck it on the low
snitching ass n-ggas, you be talking to the folks
you know how it goes
[chorus]
yeah, my n-ggas aching, bound to k!ll for any reason
when i’m off the gas, a n-gga turn into a demon
why the f-ck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
bouta cook a n-gga , i don’t need to add the seasoning
i ain’t talking second hand, i’m really bout the smoke
when i spot the plot, i’m c-ck the glock , them n-ggas gotta go
i’ma put all of my n-ggas on, them b-tches better know
from the 803 & 843 , them n-ggas bouta blow
[verse 2]
i’m the realest n-gga, pop him like a pimple
count a couple figures, really keep it simple
n-gga said f-ck jtc and now he crippled
b-tches off the addy’s , wanna show a kid a nipple
chopper get to ringing like a f-cking tambourine
i don’t do the perkys, i just give them to the fiends
hop up on this d-ck and bounce on it like trampolines
cop a couple throwaways , it’s time to clear the scene
32 shots up in my glock
n-ggas bouta get popped, block is getting hot
n-ggas gone want that drop, the way that i’m moving , they want me to stop
i get on my sh-t, i don’t f-ck with the law
i get on my sh-t, i don’t f-ck with the law
[chorus]
yeah, my n-ggas aching, bound to k!ll for any reason
when i’m off the gas, a n-gga turn into a demon
why the f-ck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
bouta cook a n-gga , i don’t need to add the seasoning
i ain’t talking second hand, i’m really bout the smoke
when i spot the plot, i’m c-ck the glock , them n-ggas gotta go
i’ma put all of my n-ggas on, them b-tches better know
from the 803 & 843 , them n-ggas bouta blow
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