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letra de blizzard - little torment & tiggs da author

[chorus: tiggs da author]
how you mean? how you mean?
i’ll buss, buss my ting for my g
yeah yeah, in the street with the fiends
uh-huh, na-na-ni na-na-ni
tell my brudda, “if i eat then we all eat”
tell my brudda, “if you slide then we all slide”
i’ma scream “free my g’s” till they’re all free
uh, na-na-ni na-na-ni

[verse 1: little torment]
yo i came up with the k!llers, drug dealers
most high worshippers, still we’re sinners
no he ain’t cooked for me but i ate his dinners
those flashy boys wanted chinchillas, we wanted spinners
anyone can do a cold verse but this a blizzard
anyonе can do a cold hook but it ain’t tigga’s
i came up where your feelings don’t gеt considered
where the streetlights fl!ckered
where they’re pulling triggers when they’re somewhat triggered
i talked to bro on the blower
he said it’s about time that he gets to see me shine like the yola
little bro on the other line tryna get a quarter
the diamonds in the jewels is eye water
been stacking up on waps, i’m a h–rder
where i came up, it’s just violence and disorder
i might hit the plug and slime his order
i told bro, “this life gets lonely and long”
i wrote these lyrics in the stash house with the blow heater on
[chorus: tiggs da author]
how you mean? how you mean?
i’ll buss, buss my ting for my g
yeah yeah, in the street with the fiends
uh-huh, na-na-ni na-na-ni
tell my brudda, “if i eat then we all eat”
tell my brudda, “if you slide then we all slide”
i’ma scream “free my g’s” till they’re all free
uh, na-na-ni na-na-ni

[verse 2: little torment]
free my big bro blizzard and f-ck them n-ggas
me and p still got it locked like a and richard
when i look and see my life now, it ain’t what i pictured
in the hood, we call the richard, mille richard
getting money been my angle, it ain’t never different
give my girl some little misses and some little misters
but i’m with the young bull on a glide, we’re tryna be the victors
mum always try remind me what’s in the scriptures
but i’m hanging with the heathens
death’s the only thing we share beliefs in
sh-t’s darker than the winter evenings
i’m a sore loser, i ain’t tryna take no losses
i got copper on me but there’s no change in my pocket
had to do up industry but that’s not my taste
i’m in the trenches with the goons and my shoes are laced
if it cooks then it’s good, leave out the semantics
i couldn’t care less if this pack just crossed the atlantic
[chorus: tiggs da author]
how you mean? how you mean?
i’ll buss, buss my ting for my g
yeah yeah, in the street with the fiends
uh-huh, na-na-ni na-na-ni
tell my brudda, “if i eat then we all eat”
tell my brudda, “if you slide then we all slide”
i’ma scream “free my g’s” till they’re all free
uh, na-na-ni na-na-ni

- little torment tiggs da author

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