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 walk / destroyer - polat han

[chorus]
walk around with that bl!ck
can’t leave the crib without my stick
if they gon’ test me let it hit
stomp miharas in they mint
i can’t trust a b-tch for nothing
always runnin’ off with something
talking down to me like crazy
then come back to have my babies

[verse 1]
yeah i’m going in
it’s thick papa for the win
say my name don’t f-cking grin
i’ll wipe that smile right off ya chin
opps be bussin’ like some b-tches
but the liquid come out red
sip my ‘tec right out the benz
cl!ck my gl!ck don’t cross my ret’
and they play around with my name like a f-cking joke
until they see the cash that i make off a little flow
and don’t clown around with my gang we’ll make you float
opp done got thе stick up his ass what a brittle bloke

[chorus]
walk around with that bl!ck
can’t leavе the crib without my stick
if they gon’ test me let it hit
stomp miharas in they mint
i can’t trust a b-tch for nothing
always runnin’ off with something
talking down to me like crazy
then come back to have my babies
walk around with that bl!ck
can’t leave the crib without my stick
if they gon’ test me let it hit
stomp miharas in they mint
i can’t trust a b-tch for nothing
always runnin’ off with something
talking down to me like crazy
then come back to have my babies
[bridge]
“now i am become death the destroyer of worlds”

[verse 2]
step up on the scene i put that beam right to his spleen
’cause i don’t play ’round with no fiends
up that stick and leave him steamed
c-cked back my glock and watched ’em scream
mess with my name you gon’ get flamed
i’m sippin’ zyrtec taking beans
be popping percies like some peas
but that ain’t the only thing i get green
talking ’bout racks stacked to my chin
walking with racks and they all tens
pull up get clapped and dropped with yo friends
too important to be dissing and fronting on l mans
get the money dividens and i split it with my gang
sippin’ sizzurp getting richer then every single lil lame
ain’t no color ever matter, my brother we all the same
i don’t play no games
i’m working hard getting this name
shawty buss it from the back i leave her aching from the pain
all these b-tches in my dm’s
shawty, just give me my sp-ce
if a p-ssy gotta issue put that pistol to they face
pull up, get dropped off with that kick back
sipping that grinch yak and i sit back
flipping big packs stacked in my lil shack
ready, set, clip the bl!ck and i zip gnats
petty feds hit the net with they chit chat
run up hit hesi’s they like “how he make that?”
f-cking yo b-tch she lookin’ like a hunchback
throwing these dimes i’m feeling like a quaterback
[outro]
“i suppose we all thought that, one way or another”

- polat han

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS