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 coconut water - rigz

[intro]
can y’all move for the champ please?
please?
(haha)
y’all n-ggas had six months, what the f-ck was y’all doin?
seperatin’ me, man
im not one of them n-ggas in the studio trynna think of the hardest lie i can think of
f-ck outta here man
sh-t come off with pain
i smell like the east side
comin off one of these oneways
joint on the seat, green coconut in my hand
servin, [???], i’m ready though

[verse]
yo, ayo, a lotta rats in your crew pig
my body language tell you i shoot sh-t
i ain’t explainin’ nothin, wear it if the shoe fit
east side rock sh-t, i saw how my block get
its 32 big when i walk and i need the stock clip
rifle out the door, we was robbin’ n-ggas, the lox sh-t
now i make drug drive throughs outta ya aunt sh-t
destined the glo, maybe something my pops knew
never had em’ there, just the will knowing i got to
i don’t know how y’all blocks do
letting y’all lie about shootin’ a thousand dudes except the one who shot you
integrity first, its money to some n-ggas
i’m scared to thank y’all ogs for the young n-ggas
i spent the thing, cuz the n-ggas that grab ya charms
will see in they life when i’m spitting these (???)
yall too typical, i’m surgical with a syllable
and climb like i had the mic cord knotted in ambilocal
this for me it’s mine, what they do don’t make a difference
you make dumb moves trynna keep up with other n-ggas, dog
its not a race, focus more on your pace
how you ready for what you want and can’t handle what’s in your face?
look, i’m a factor, tell this fact to your friends
its factual, they flows all plain; it’s factory rims
i catch you with a quick laugh then this the back of the timbs
knew it was me by the clothes cuz it had the syringe
now a n-gga can rap, but suddenly be a street lord
i shot in real life, they gangster but through the keyboard
it’s real f-cked up in this b-tch, i had to creep for it
blood will get the splashin, im not the n-gga to lead toward
[outro]
i’m not man, please
just leave me the f-ck alone, please
cuz… imma keep it real man, my lawyer money just got right man
i’m not gonna act like i’m one of them me- i got this- nah man… i’m f-cked up
but my lawyer money with me, its good… its good
i can take it on the back, behind me… but
i ain’t trynna do that. n-ggas you beef don’t make money
i’m gonna get money
you know what i mean, stayin’ out of sight
n-ggas never seein’ me, not knowin’ what i’m doin
that’s my kinda lane, i ain’t with all that f-ckin’ weird sh-t
as far as the bars go, y’all know where y’all gon’ stay
right under the size 9, size 9 1/2, you know what i mean
(???), gotta respect the weed color
foot on ya neck, n-ggas gon’ stay under the boot
as long as i’m breathin’

- rigz

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS