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 broken - taéfine$e

smokin’ on gelato tryna ease the pain
codeine in the bottle, i ain’t like it, but i needed drank
had to kick the cup, i rinsed it out and then i cleaned the drain
i’m the flyest n-gga in my city, i don’t need a plane

connected with the plug, asked for a front and said i needed 8
appreciate it
flip it over quick if i’m in need of cake
i give and take, they love and hate
another death, another day
don’t run away
my heater wanna talk like it got sum to say

ran it up about a week ago and doubled that the other day
i got plenty routes, but always lookin for another way
call me taéfine$$e, but i got more than just another name
hollow out his chest if he show up to where my mother stay

i suffered pain, it only made me smarter like another brain
i keep a small circle, it’s too hard to f-ck with other shapes
a really hard worker, i was down, but now i’m up today
but f-ck the fame, don’t care about no clout in the discover page

call me whatchu want, just make sure that my letters uppercase
free up all my family, it’s another day another case
i never put my gun away, ‘cause i could be another face
no b-tter cake, this sh-t ain’t sweet
it leave you wit a stomach ache
i’m stuck inside this battlefield
emotions bottles up inside and now i don’t know how to feel
raid the spot, the f-ckin’ police told me this is not a drill
set me back a couple stacks and ran off wit a lotta pills

listen to my story back to back, you’ll get a lotta chills
how you claim yo ass a shooter?
you don’t hold the choppa still
pockets filled, i’m tryna chill but i’ll get you up outta here
i’m tryna hear that sh-t you speak about when i do not appear
well now i’m here lil b-tch so say wassup
& whatchu tryna do?
on the net you talkin’ hot, but my direction?
kinda coo
i can’t tell you what i did, just know i made a lotta moves
i really don’t got sh-t to prove, but now i got a lot to lose

right in the pocket of my trues, i had my glock, it’s 22
ain’t no stoppin’ what we do
f-ck whatchu thought and you assume
bullets rip through anybody, p-ssy
you are not immune
when i steady grip the shotty, you get sent up to the moon
if you dissin on my dead folks then you can meet ‘em too
give a f-ck bout whatchu said tho, i think you’re just confused
this sh-t really made me
it was not a f-ckin’ choice to choose
i hardly rap, but picked it up because i got a voice to use
i’m from alaska, but stop askin’
we don’t live in no igloos
you can’t follow down my path
you’re never fittin’ in those shoes
it’s not all about the rap
& it’s not all about the views
sad to say, but you can die
& still not make it on the news
pack of ramen noodles after school, ain’t have a lotta food
call me handy manny, ‘cause i stay around a lotta tools
anytime i’m seen, i’m drippin’ like i just got out the pool
since a youngin’, i been trippin’
i been breakin’ all the rules

i was hustlin’ all the way back in my elementary school
i was stuntin’ makin racks inside of benny benson too
ain’t n0body told you switch the route if you get too confused?
b-tch i’m blow & there’s no way this sh-t gon’ get defused

- taefinee

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS