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 where u at? - slasha, fxntax

this a iconic duo exclusive

slasha (hook/verse 1)
i get the bag yea i get the dough
he ain’t getting money stop cap, lil bro
if i see a n-gga talk down
pull up and ima jus hit him 10 rounds
pull up im smoking the pound
evil ass sh-t while his body get found (ughhhhh)
im finna chase on the paper
im finna get to the bag and then make her
you dont get no money you a faker
im finna get to the dough
pull up and ima just pour my four
yea, i dont give a f-ck bout a lil hoe
i f-ck with lil n-gga but not lil bro
bro, what the f-ck, run that beat back!
my brodie be smoking that pack
she sucking my d-ck and im like d-mn
all of you n-ggas is clones
i do not got enemies b-tch i have foеs
im running that back while im counting that dough
and you can’t f-ck with me lil hoe
shе wanna ride me she going to sleep
no kankan, i be pouring that lean
yea yo hoe, she a lil fiend (yuh)
yuh, got that dough
f-ck with no hoe
get that bag and then go
no i can’t f-ck with no hoe
back to my rapping sh-t
she call me lil santa im wrapping sh-t
she gimme that brain it was heavensent
yeah she gimme that dome while i sip
why she- gone make me- me im just chillin u-u-u-uhh
yeah yeah
fxntax (verse)

yuh, you could get hit with the pound, i got the gun, with like 40 rounds, my n-gga jay gon’ shoot you if you be talkin’ down, how the f-ck you talkin’ sh-t on me, where the f-ck is you at?, i’m doin’ backflips like i’m flippin’ a pack, you n-ggas is g-y, gotta’ hop off that, no tom brady, but she comes for the sack, we pop you like pill, i don’t lie in this sh-t, b-tch i do it forreal, these n-ggas so fake, gotta’ make you a mil’, he was talkin’ the sh-t, now you stuck in a seal, yeah, there’s no way you down for the ride, you get hit with the fa fa, i got a new whip, you know that i’m hoppin’ out, i ain’t scared of clowns, lil’ n-gga i jump them, dumb ass n-gga, n-gga you a rat now, lil’ stupid ass n-gga, he hang with the frats now (b-tch yeah)

slasha (hook/verse 1)
i get the bag yea i get the dough
he ain’t getting money stop cap, lil bro
if i see a n-gga talk down
pull up and ima jus hit him 10 rounds
pull up im smoking the pound
evil ass sh-t while his body get found (ughhhhh)
im finna chase on the paper
im finna get to the bag and then make her
you dont get no money you a faker
im finna get to the dough
pull up and ima just pour my four
yea, i dont give a f-ck bout a lil hoe
i f-ck with lil n-gga but not lil bro
bro, what the f-ck, run that beat back!
my brodie be smoking that pack
she sucking my d-ck and im like d-mn
all of you n-ggas is clones
i do not got enemies b-tch i have foes
im running that back while im counting that dough
and you can’t f-ck with me lil hoe
she wanna ride me she going to sleep
no kankan, i be pouring that lean
yea yo hoe, she a lil fiend (yuh)
yuh, got that dough
f-ck with no hoe
get that bag and then go
no i can’t f-ck with no hoe
back to my rapping sh-t
she call me lil santa im wrapping sh-t
she gimme that brain it was heavensent
yeah she gimme that dome while i sip
why she- gone make me- me im just chillin u-u-u-uhh

- slasha fxntax

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS