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 nofeds - pasto flocco

[chorus]
n-ggas, they gatekeeping, they watching me, n-ggas, they know i’m next
tell ’em i don’t f-ck with no n-ggas, they watching my gram and they snitching, these n-ggas be feds
n-ggas be b-tches, just want all the money and power, these b-tches just good for the s-x
f-ck all that sh-t that i said, i just be worried ’bout red, don’t let it get to my head
n-ggas mad because i’m in my bag, a few b-tches f-ck with my mans
his b-tch calling me best friend and she be giving me head
send hеr right back to her man
she give mе head, pat her on the head like a pat
she slid in my dm like slatt, send her back west
after the s-x, i’m leaving her stressed, i’m instant relaxed
i need my bag, i don’t wanna text, you getting me [?]
too many opps, i’m going outside with my bulletproof vest
i’m with a thot, she touching my locks, she wanna have s-x
yeah, i got the drop but i cannot drop ’cause i am on top
i throw the rock in my sock, them boys on my ass, i ain’t going up top
the fans like, “why you don’t drop?” i don’t gotta drop ’cause i’m a real topic
n-ggas be stealing my rhymes, i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m stacking my [?]
[?] i came out the ground, i had to claw

[verse]
time is money, you wasting my time, you get put underground
[?] i was like, “wow”
that .762 going straight to his mouth, put that boy right on the ground
[?] gon’ pull and pop, he finna air this b-tch out
[chorus]
n-ggas, they gatekeeping, they watching me, n-ggas, they know i’m next
tell ’em i don’t f-ck with no n-ggas, they watching my gram and they snitching, these n-ggas be feds
n-ggas be b-tches, just want all the money and power, these b-tches just good for the s-x
f-ck all that sh-t that i said, i just be worried ’bout red, don’t let it get to my head
n-ggas mad because i’m in my bag, a few b-tches f-ck with my mans
his b-tch calling me best friend and she be giving me head
send her right back to her man
she give me head, pat her on the head like a pat
she slid in my dm like slatt, send her back west
after the s-x, i’m leaving her stressed, i’m instant relaxed
i need my bag, i don’t wanna text, you getting me [?]
too many opps, i’m going outside with my bulletproof vest
i’m with a thot, she touching my locks, she wanna have s-x
yeah, i got the drop but i cannot drop ’cause i am on top
i throw the rock in my sock, them boys on my ass, i ain’t going up top
the fans like, “why you don’t drop?” i don’t gotta drop ’cause i’m a real topic
n-ggas be stealing my rhymes, i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i’m stacking my [?]
[?] i came out the ground, i had to claw

- pasto flocco

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS