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 ain't original - scy jimm

[intro: scy jimm]
(aye venzo stay the f-ck out the kitchen)
f-ck a ni–a
big t2t ni–a
big scy sh-t n–ga
sack chasin youngin ni–a

[chorus: scy jimm]
she act like she don’t want me bet this money make her f-ck
gotta keep that glizzy in the hood i got it tucked
they tryna figure out how i’m blowing racks and still up
trying to put my ni–as on what you think i’m chasing m’s for
(m’s ni–a)
hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and i’m gone finish him (huh)
all them long nights scr-pping pots i still remember them (on gang)
he ain’t tryna get no f-cking bag i ain’t no friend of him ([?])

[verse 1: scy jimm]
they told me don’t rush i’m taking my time with this sh-t
(time with this sh-t)
do whatever i want if i just put my mind to this sh-t (mind to this sh-t)
they wanna take my life got my riding with a bl!ck (on gang)
she ask me if i love her, yeah i lied to the b-tch ( [?] )
praying lord forgive me for my sins (huh)
i’m standing on all ten
i see you p-ssy through these lens (come on man)
all those times ni–as counted me out i’m thinking about revenge
(the f-ck)
ni–as caught me slippin once bet they won’t do that sh-t again
(on gang ni–a)
stuck off in the trap this rap sh-t got me taking flight (phew phew)
i was trying to get a bag, door sw-nging all night (yeah)
he claims he a big dawg, but he all bark and no bite (come on man)
i don’t see these ni–as i took off they ain’t nowhere in sight (gang)
lil jimm a bread winner (yeah yeah) i love countin dead ni–as (yeah)
i don’t want to conversate you talking to the fed’s ni–a
(what the f-ck)
make some shake while i’m sober don’t nee meds ni–a
(i dont need meds ni–a)
think before you act about lil jimm they bussin heads ni–a (on gang)
[chorus: scy jimm]
she act like she don’t want me bet this money make her f-ck
gotta keep that glizzy in the hood i got it tucked (glah glah)
they tryna figure out how i’m blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
trying to put my ni–as on what you think i’m chasing m’s for
(m’s ni–a)
hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and i’m gone finish him (huh)
all them long nights scr-pping pots i still remember them (on gang)
he ain’t tryna get no f-cking bag i ain’t no friend of him ([?])

[verse 2: blp kosher]
they used to laugh now they want to work i don’t remember them
now they gas it up but they were never genuine
let them hallows smoke i’m getting bread it’s still leavening
scy i f-ck with jimm he rock with benjamin’s
some died and some switched sides so i feel all alone
but imma still wear that dreidel around my collar bone
and i don’t wanna step unless it’s on cobble stone
they got no motion so pick a part i call it auto zone
fake blood them boys bap, you got baptized
dump the glizzy in the ocean now its baptized
florida, atlantic i hand my papers to them frat guys
it’s high tie; they’re dead b-tterflies, so i antagonize
two birds with one stone or one bird with two rocks
there’s a reason jeffery wicked me up with only two locks
the clip curve i got a kaine like that boy duwap
the rest of them gone cop a deuce i’m about down to two opps
( wadlllt, ay )
[outro: scy jimm]
she act like she don’t want me bet this money make her f-ck
gotta keep that glizzy in the hood i got it tucked (glah glah)
they tryna figure out how i’m blowing racks and still up
(come on man)
trying to put my ni–as on what you think i’m chasing m’s for
(m’s ni–a)
hunnid racks off of digital (yeah)
jimm he ain’t original (huh)
[?] with me and i’m gone finish him (huh)
all them long nights scr-pping pots i still remember them (on gang)
he ain’t tryna get no f-cking bag i ain’t no friend of him ([?])

- scy jimm

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS