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 what chu know bout me - nardo g

[nardo g] can’t even write raps when im broke i swear i need my dough come from a hood where you come up off selling dope and if yo phone ain’t wopping f-ck it get to robbing,you talking tuff up on the phone you get smacked with the 4,my n-ggas thugging yall faking but aye look talk is short imagine 4 k!llers no mask blasting 4 magnums how you gone run from 4 guns stupid dont be dumb straight eye to eye when we bust yes you gone know its us aye where im from we smoke a n-gga like a loud blunt she wanna f-ck she get ripped up aye how yo hood run i beat her down had that b-tch screaming f1 she tryna smoke and burn em down yes we get high as f-ck her dude hating i ain’t tripping trey fight get him up its hard times can’t show no love i give em what they want and i get daffy like duck get you tossed in the truck lets take em back to 9/11 i was only 7 with bebe guns with the sh-ts my favorite show was wrestling you disrespect me ain’t no talking its straight chin checking he claim he want some work with me better be heavy weight say everybody got dreams but is yall dedicated just take the game from nardo g im really out here chasing them 90’s baby drop dont stop look at them haters faces i need a rollie on my wrist a ring about 2 bracelets wit a 4 5th that ah leave you stiff can’t let no n-gga take it they hoping that we fall off i pray to god we make it like sb said im living lavage its a must we make it and i done seen some cold ish up in this cocaine city from feins strung out on x n-ggas smacked with the semi and i got some real screwed dudes who really rockin with me from young k!ll,k!ll3,gaiter and sneaky beefy its middle fingers to the cops they need to free lil mon its middle fingers to the cops they need to free lil mon we used to post up in all black wit 2 hard straps just two young n-ggs with the sh-ts itching for a l!ck and we had the powder and the cream [?] i ain’t gone slurp you know you owe me and we puff two hits of this ah get you real lit say i ain’t just rapping and rhyming p-ssy this real spit i tell my n-ggas we can’t fall of we gotta grit and cop a buisness f-ck these hoes and rock alotta shows im from the 330 where most of these n-ggas hearts fold no terrance howard but a young n-gga hustle and flow tryna stack my dough so i can put em in on my folks im 17 he 25 i can show he the ropes say it ain’t a thang up in this game this lil g here dont know from kush to straps frpm girl taht boy you try my n-ggas you get ya issue really play with toys all about my cake you tryna you try to take it its gats in yo face fresh out the ak say ak-ron be my birthplace and quick to catch some work but love to hear that gun play and when im riding head hunting im with g bruh believe us we bust some them n-ggas freeze up

- nardo g

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS