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 need no hook! - lil playah

[intro]
why is everything khroam?
cash, yeah, yeah, ooh, freestyle
everything is chrome in the future!

[verse 1]
you is a stank so you get mopped
just like a bubble you’ll get yo -ss popped
i do not cuff cause i ain’t a cop
look at us roam we up in them blocks
look at me n-gga i’m the that knows
run out a bag and say “care out my self”
i’m off the lean and its bad for my health
i’m always alone so i don’t need no help
i got what i want please go home
slap on me then i feel like my jones
don’t answer phone so leave me alone
i’m doing these drugs i’m out of control
she so mad can’t figure me out
these n-ggas watching i need to look out
that’s why i had hoes before all the clout
she want a another d-ck in her mouth
these n-ggas mad there pockets so sore
the way she ride me remind me of horse
i got all this money but still i need more
no i will not cuff little b-tch you a hor
my money like boomerang it come back
i just keep going i never look at back
here’s how i d-ck so i hit from the back
she a little eater i gave her a snack
okay, mind gone but i still maintain
i got a b-tch on me and she gonna give me brain
i got a top notch b-tch like love and a thing
a little shawty i ain’t stupid you just want my chains
n-ggas be changing like these chains
thought she was stupid but she gave me brain
im so numb think im used to pain
like it just gets worst but i got to maintain
she called feels had to flood the scene
i do not know him he not on my team
f-ck n-ggas know we about the green
no i don’t use clogs when a n-gga be clean

[bridge]
-i think im falling for the guap
you be falling for these thots
i just count up big knots-

[verse 2: lil playah]
p-ssy-p-ssy boy
you a b-tch n-gga (ya)
you n-ggas ain’t bout sh-t
my n-ggas yeah we with the sh-ts
got a little bit on me
f-ck that hoe now she barely walking
back at swear i never left
i can bank rows so a n-gga be blessed
move from all the b-tch like im playing chess
yeah you got an amp cause you was tryna test
back at it like i left my keys
diamonds on the water like the f-cking sea
ima be a fool i still eat
and call me a hippie cause i keep a peace

[verse 3: matt ox]
(what do i keep) what do i keep
what do i keep
what do i keep
who’s you trying
i’m from the streets
you over there crying
cause your girlfriend on her knees
and she laying in the bed with me
neck’s on freak (neck’s on freak)
neck’s on fleek (neck’s on fleek)
fetty on fetty like max op
max op don’t cap on me
im a jet making racks ya dig (ya dig)
yall lil kids still eating rice krispy treats (treats)
go get some bands i don’t know why you lookin at me
you got your own plate to eat
the gang always next to me
i made a lot of ways
and drips over the seas
i keep a little thing
try me it go bing bing bing (bring-bing-bing)

- lil playah

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS