letras.top
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 grillz - lavel

Loading...

[intro]
’cause i’m about to drop a bomb on y’all n-ggas heads
and f-ck what you think about it, that’s it, peace out
smile when i put this m-th-f-ckin gun in your mouth n-gga
(diamond cutz, volume 1 n-gga)

[chorus: asteriah and lavel]
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill
[verse]
i ain’t playin with ya n-ggas keep my name out ya grill
f-ck around and get k!lled, i suggest y’all chill
the big n-gga ’bout to beast, we can take it to the streets
b-tch i’m 50 n-ggas deep, and we all got heat
man this sh-t is so for real, b-tches yappin out they grill
catch a body so quick, if you wanna know the deal
lavel the soopa villain, growin up all i see was k!llin
on the corner, drug dealin, boy i’m ’bout to hit the ceilin
gotta shut you n-ggas down, hey “i’m the wicked clown”
f-ck up out of here, how the f-ck you sound
“well i sold a million records” i’ll beat your ass down
take the plaques to your back, put the belts in your mouth (b-tch!)
i mean n-gga really, what, that sh-t is played out
got amb and colton grundy sleepin on my couch
i was cool at the loft and stop lyin’ so much
you ain’t buyin n-ggas sh-t, you f-ck around and get touched
now go an-

[chorus: asteriah and lavel]
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill
[verse 2]
hit ’em up like ‘pac but you the one gettin’ shot
blazin’ my glock, 7 mile is the block
put some pop-top n-ggas on yo ass b-tch you hit
you know what the f-ck i’m talkin’ bout, this is no bullsh-t
i can’t rest until you rot and you f-ggots in the way
and stop claimin’ my city you give detroit a bad name
you a hoe and you can’t fight, watch em men in they tights
you my boy, [?], moon glorious you dyk-
whoever ride with them, you in it too b-tch
i’m on you n-ggas heads, n’ stay off my d-ck
i don’t trust none of y’all and y’all don’t want no beef
so if you ever talk sh-t, betta grit them t–th
i ain’t playin either n-gga this sum serious sh-t
and if i see you anywhere, somethin’ goin get split
call spider and the groupies thats what you goin do
but i ain’t beefin with them, this is all about you
now go an-

[chorus: asteriah and lavel]
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill (n-gga)
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill
[verse 3]
replace your t–th, with my heat
rock this n-gga to sleep
’bout to cop a desert e and put you hoes on 3s
i live sucka free, you can’t hang around me
unless you boss enough, and gettin’ this money
we’re detroit n-ggas, all about they chips
we don’t hate, we don’t trip, n-gga get what you get
these b-tches tryin’ to hold me down but they cannot do it
authentic lavel, i’m the truth and i can prove it
you n-ggas don’t know my style, b-tch n-ggas don’t know i ain’t playin
i’m the one, b-tch, i’m the man, flip the ‘k with no hands
i’m a pimp, i’m the sh-t, all on my own d-ck
while you playin’ with the game, i’ma flip it like a brick
i’m the one they talk about, got my name all in they mouth
up north to down south, make them hoes scream and shout
you n-ggas b-tches groupies, even yo fans wanna do me
got her all in the jacuzzi, skeet skeet on her booty
goin an-

[chorus: asteriah and lavel]
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill (n-gga)
smile for me sh-ggy
what the f-ck you laughin at?
put this glock in ya grill
(glock in my whaaaat?)
yeah, ya grill
your m-th-f-ckin’ grill (your m-th-f-ckin’ grill)
caught you slippin’ at the light had to go on your grill

[outro]
-laughter-
ay n-gga, ay n-gga lavel n-gga!
diamond cutz, n-gga, volume 1
ay, 2006 n-gga no bullsh-ttin
ay, all i’ma do, is when i see y’all n-ggas
i’ma put it to yo m-th-f-ckin’ ass n-gga, my converse n-gga
i got m-th-f-ckin queen of hearts n-gga asteriah in this b-tch n-gga
this lavel m-th-f-ckers, -laughter-, y’all on sucka ass n-ggas
aye, “goin’ smile b-tch n-gga, f-ck you laughin’ at, put this glock in ya grill”
“glock in ya grill”, n-gga
“put this glock in ya grill”, n-gga this sh-t for real than a m-th-f-cka dog
and i ain’t even mad n-gga, i ain’t even mad n-gga
this just what the f-ck i do, it’s time to shut y’all hoe ass n-ggas down

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...