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 new york shit - sheek louch

[intro: sheek louch]
hahaha
ah, man

[verse 1: sheek louch]
i got a nine on my waistline
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you b-tch -ss n-gg-s no more
you could help a n-gg- out, he gon’ still talk sh-t
and turn around and want more
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you (get the f-ck up out my face)
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you (when the last time we talked?)
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you (nah, i ain’t need your number)
i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout you (monkeys out, n-gg-)
no more
f-ck around and get hit up (facts)
mom prayin’ like, “please, baby, get up” (get up [?])
n-gg-s see your wounds, turn around and spit up
i ain’t playin’, donnie came to f-ck shot up, shyeah
this is that raw sh-t, new york
winter time in front of the store, sh-t
burnin’ my weed with a stashbox real close (what up, n-gg-?)
ear to the street, my lyrics, you could feel a pulse (feel a pulse)
put your gl-ss up, let’s have a toast (salute)
twenty years in this game, me, kiss, and ghost (l-o-x)
we stay away from them corny rappers that do the most
gangstas, our careers ain’t even close (shyeah)

[chorus]
don’t make me bust you, n-gg-
grew up together but i don’t trust you, n-gg-
you let your feelings out when you drunk
beef come, you run and hide like a f-ckin’ punk, shyeah
top of the mornin’, gun in her mouth while your b-tch breath stinkin’ and yawnin’
i had to talk to my young boy before he get life
watch these left n-gg-s ’cause they ain’t right

[verse 2: havoc]
word, that’s the same sh-t that i was sayin’
gotta watch these n-gg-s how these n-gg-s be anglin’
make ’em see stars so i start banglin’
abduct these cowards out like they got ganged in
i said f-ck me, i feel the same then
talk behind my back and when you see me, wanna make friends
fake type dudes, no love, no loyalties
‘spect us when you see us, this hip-hop royalty (hip-hop royalty)
the crown secure and i got a tip (word)
with the clips filled, the wrong word’ll get you k!lled
q.b. reppin’, ain’t a thing changed
grown man, see y’all n-gg-s out playin’ kid games
twenty-twenty comin’, things realer than it ever been
people co-signin’ sh-t y’all peddlin’?
me and sheek on a whole other wave length
on point with it, let them other n-gg- stay [?]

[verse 3: fat joe]
yeah, still keep guns in the panel
shot him through his flannel out the pocket of my louis camo
n-gg-s say what’s up but can’t stand you
we call ’em new york undercovers, them n-gg-‘s done been canceled
you know me, a little wraith, a hot b-tch
pharrell, chanel slides, i’m b-mpin’ that pac sh-t
my daughter seen a squirrel, said, “look, dad, a chinchilla”
up in the bronx, born k!llers, we been realer (been realer)
i got your body like that n-gg- shotty
run up in your lobby with the mini shotty, body everybody
black turtleneck, black [?]
had to get me on the tax, yo, crack’s the black gotti
i pop sh-t ’cause they can’t stop me
who, him? he can’t rob me
your b-tch a d-mn thotti
you know these raps, they be physical
you could feel it though
i know he said it, but he live it though

- sheek louch

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS