letra de tourist - lil cheddar
(distorted) i’m a skinny -ss, white, lying motherf-cker
and i be gang-banging chain sn-tching only thing i do is rapping
b-tch i came up out the deep like a f-cking kraken
caught his -ss after the show and then we jumped and cracked him
fbi call me the tourist cause i’m always packing
never lacking catch me laughing straight into the bank
f-ck a ricochet my bullets going straight into the brain
ain’t a d-mn thing change not the gang, not the name
f-ck the fame, f-ck a lame, i just do this sh-t for change
f-ck a grave they gon’ find my body buried in the pavement
i won’t stop this party til this floor f-cking caves in
mix my sh-t with molly i ain’t ever been to sp-ce yet
chopper with a bayonet i’ll give your -ss a face lift
doctor said that i was constipated i don’t take sh-t
mit borghini and the dash looks like a sp-ceship
california king sheets is where your b-tch’s face is
all my homie’s cases you can find em in my bas-m-nt
to this day i’ve never met a f-cker that could test me
find me in the streets you’ll never see me less than 10 deep
european models i ain’t driving on the left seat
solar-powered engine it ain’t ever going empty
all these rappers losers i think that they need a tutor
my b-tches -ss is prolly f-cking fatter than my future
she doing moves you only see inside the kamasutra
they ain’t think we beat that case until i f-cked the prosecutor
i’m a ginormous ignorant motherf-cker with an -ssortment
of words that i be contorting to show i’m sort of important
and according to storm watchers not dripping i’m pouring
and if you look in my pocket you’ll see some old men be snoring
if it ain’t foreign it’s boring and i be flooring it freely
and mine got vertical doors, it’s orange, and ends in a -ghini
i got some brand new gucci shades and now your b-tch getting physical
if your net worth under one million they make you invisible
b-tch you ain’t swimming in this money i’m a barracuda
brought my watch into my jewelers told him make it cooler
pay my managers less than i pay my shooters
i was out here moving dope since i was riding scooters
and yet to me there’s no equal and i’m too good for a sequel
my deagle make you stand on one leg like a f-cking flamingo
i’m dirty riding with eagles the best of lesser two evils
and i’m a jack of all trades, and the master of all those beneath me
and you all say that i’m wack but yet you all wanna be me
and i spit fire on this track that’s what i call burning a cd
and i can murder you freely with no worries from the pd
the nypd don’t see me because i’m w-h-i-t-e
i be gang banging
and i’m chain sn-tching
i don’t give a f-ck
all i do is rapping
b-tch i’m in the deep
i’m a f-cking kraken
fbi call me the tourist cause i’m always packing
letras aleatórias
- letra de pra não ter que enxergar onde errei - bullet bane
- letra de like that - sally boy
- letra de shipping - nekbg, damnsancho
- letra de шаритé (charite) - morpheus (rus)
- letra de пополам (in half) - toxi$
- letra de knuckle up (live) - nerdout
- letra de quadros - avan gra
- letra de white trash - cecilio g. & myto
- letra de creeps - koe wetzel
- letra de 8 feet - surf