letra de rip big pun - soldier kidd
[intro]
that weed dummy
i got the six
rest in peace lil’ jj
rest in peace lil’ ty
it is lil’ soldier kidd (uh waddup waddup)
dummy (im talkin’ bout soldier kidd)
yeah (florida jit whatever you wanna call me)
come on (i be askin’ god why it hurt so much n-gga)
uh (uh)
uh
[verse 1]
you know i’m a hot n-gga, got a gangsta’ fever
got nothin’ to eat so just tell me you a eater
she know ima beat her back the ho like derek jeter
she think that i need her but i promise i don’t need her
ima get this money made a promise to my people
ran up all this money b-tch don’t treat me like an equal
forty go to dumpin’ i’m just trynna get equal
every time i love it it just turn a n-gga evil
but a n-gga ain’t evil
pass the gun to her cause she be thuggin’ like a diva
ion know no one that’s for the dummy [?]
ion love no one my heart be cold like the freezer
fillin’ up my cup with patron from the freezer
cls you’s a daughter put your seat up
tripple x all i know all i see bruh
you get wrecked for a check no visa
it’s just a feelin’ that a n-gga never felt
ion love these b-tches they don’t even love they self
you k!lled a bunch of b-tches n-gga i ain’t too impressed
play me like a b-tch and that’s on ty get you stretched
im bummin’ on the west i put the glock up in her dress
i had to tell ’em i’m a star don’t treat me like im nothin’ less
they know who the f-ck we are trynna play like you forget
p-ssy n-gga shot my car one shot like a b-tch
trynna take me out like pop but it’s some n-ggas i ain’t hear
its some sh-t i ain’t forget
its a b-tch that i ain’t flip
gotta get my ma’ a crib
gotta show ’em what it is
b-tch you knowin’ how we live know exactly what i did
why the f-ck would i go switch i see my youngins gettin’ rich
[chorus]
and i be askin’ god, why it hurt so much?
i never knew it’d be so hard
and i done seen some things none of these n-ggas ever saw
ima run it up for every n-gga did me flaw
cause i be askin’ god, why it hurt so much?
i never knew it’d be so hard
and i done seen some things none of these n-ggas ever saw
ima run it up for every n-gga did me flaw (come on)
every n-gga did me flaw
and ima run it up (every p-ssy did me flaw)
uh uh
[outro]
and that’s on gang n-gga
triple x sh-t (yuh)
p-ssy ass b-tch who got it
all the p-ssy ass n-ggas who got it
we don’t give a f-ck
we still got love
thats on ty n-gga
yeah
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