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 pesos queso - shad da god

[hook]
life good n-gga
life good b-tch
i’m hood rich, f-ck it i be hood rich
sk, 30 clip got 2 of em and the handle wood b-tch
i’m hood rich, f-ck it i be hood rich
but i’m ’bout the pesos
i’m bout the pesos, i’m bout the pesos
ridin’ ’round runnin up the queso
i want the queso, i want the queso
f-ck a ho i’m making me a bank roll my wife
ooh baby where you been all my life?
aw man i’m ’bout the pesos
i’m bout the pesos, i’m bout the pesos oh

[verse 1]
look, i be gettin’ money n’ i ain’t pick up the phone
i was prolly gettin’ money
posted on the block with a bad b-tch from tennessee
she slurpin’ on my c-ck ooh
get some head in the hood still pick up the phone, then bust a juug
say the trap where i’m rollin had to pump up my tires
had to tighten up my lug
hit the club wit’ some k!ller ice
i told that b-tch to pop it open like a miller light
i had a b-tch, i loved that b-tch more than some purple sprite
i had to let that b-tch go, she wanna be in the lights
i’m ridin’ down peachtree, past gladys knight
i seen the police on my left you know i bucked a right
i had the 40 on my left, the nina on my right
don’t gamble with your life cause that sh-t just like rollin’ dice
and boy the streets where i from colder than some ice
i swear to god you will get f-cked over right now
the only thing i heard sleeping at my momma’s house
“bap! bap! bap! bap! bap!”
who the f-ck that is bussin’ on my d-mn street?
a n-gga must’a just got wet up like a d-mn leak
i know you hear the same sh-t when you in your hood
that’s how you know we from the d-mn street, but life good though

[verse 2]
this b-tch gave my partner some p-ssy gave me some too
i pulled up on her blowin’ dope out the v12
[?] on my feet [?] under my clothes
with this glock 45 had one in the hole
9 times outta 10 i’m comin’ from a dope hold
tryna [?] n-gga back to go with the load
there was traffic comin’ back [?]
buss a right on roosevelt i’m geeked up watchin’ the road
hold up baby they ain’t comin’ right
cause this a audemar look baby what it look like?
you saw me in the whip you said i wasn’t ridin’ right
this a double up b-tch [?]
the window black you can still see the white ice
if you ain’t blingin’ through the window you ain’t playin’ right
so when i rock them flawless diamonds in the night time
it make my neck look like a motherf-ckin’ nightlight
you see a clip only thing that make me feel right
n-gga where i’m from its the real life
i’m out there with the green, i’m out there with the white
i’m talkin’ bout the molly really it’s tan light
i’m goin’ outta town for a little bit
i’m ’bout to hit up enterprise get this van right
on the way out the road we sippin out the pint
you couldn’t pay a hundred million for my d-mn life
life good n-gga

- shad da god

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS