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 retwisted - rey morado

i remixed it up
i re twist it
still ain’t feeling too kindred
my eyes low as f-ck, perfect my vision
n-ggas slid, got too hot in the kitchen
they food, i k!ll the track
call me babe ruth
hit it outta the park
make room, pulled it outta my heart
i can’t hate you
that’s divine on my part
god
hotboxing in the car
only hop out for another gar
hot topic n-ggas are
high tonic, i got hydroponic in my drawer
psilocybin in galore, n-gga
blunts i rolled, you think it’s four n-ggas
nah nah this ain’t for a n-gga though
i wasn’t even gone share a floor with em
i’m never sober or bored, i’m light as a board
and heavy as a feather, tongue be a sword
mid pack always selling of course, but rey exotic
i got stripes, i been gored
solomon grundy, can’t stay down
i want to tell the plug eight pounds
n-ggas was doubting, congratulating
i don’t give a f-ck bout what they say now
this game a circus, i hate clowns
geeked up, can’t put this thang down
been stuck, still gone make a way out
my sh-t purple and gold, i fl!ck with the fold
ain’t showing love, sh-t i figure they foes
n-gga easy does it, f-ck it i’m a blow
float no rubber ducky, heavy on the smoke
got to re up, hurry on the low
andela, vamanos i need some more
i remixed it up
i re twist it
i ain’t feeling realistic
my eyes red as h-ll, think it’s an issue
pop a cap i might die for my district
brain food, i do the sh-t that they can’t do
first they gone hate, then they thank you
i’m ice-cold with it, hoe we ain’t cool

n-gga gone think i got bank, it ain’t what you think
i really might jug to fill up the tank
living by whip and freedom through tree
a slave to the clock i’m never gone be
it’s 7 o’clock, got me a seven
don’t know what they selling, it look like a three
you got a quarter, a quarter in stem
that’s out of order, n-gga broken decree
all my sh-t fye, who f-cking with me
f-cked up
power through it, less fortunate tough luck
flow could never put cork in it, puff puff pass
turn these n-ggas to ash
know you see it, wave it’s on your ass
what you got going on gone ain’t gone last
always in some pressure i get high first
so a n-gga never finish last
i remixed it up
i re twist it
still ain’t feeling too kindred
my eyes low as f-ck perfect my vision
n-ggas slid got too hot in the kitchen
they food, i k!ll the pack
call me babe ruth
hit it outta the park
make room
pulled it outta my heart
i can’t hate you
that’s divine on my part

i remixed it up
i retwist it
i ain’t feeling realistic
my eyes red as h-ll, think it’s an issue
pop a cap i might die for my district
brain food, i do the sh-t that they can’t do
first they gone hate then they thank you
ice cold wit it hoe we ain’t cool

- rey morado

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS