letras.top
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 red rum - travv tigo

Loading...

i keep the pistol on my side that lil’ n-gga he don’t want none
drop the pin and they gone slide, pop a n-gga for a lump sum
i’m with the gang i’m with the guys, pray my n-ggas don’t see red rum
think bout’ the mommas that done cried
yeah its crazy what the streets done

he was youngin’ just sitting lost up in the street
yeah in this city you either die or keep the heat
staying 10 toes he had to stand up on his feet
everybody keep going it’s like my life up on repeat
she said “baby, i love you.”
and man i swear that i can’t stand her
she said “baby its ok, yeah you gotta keep yo’ head up.”
but everyday i go out clutching i’m just a beretta
yeah i’m out here hustling, i’m just tryna’ make it better
man i swear to god, i’m tired of living in this sh-t
a n-gga might just go out put some diamonds on my wrist
nah i ain’t got time to be here worried bout’ a b-tch
and f-ck all of that love, if none of that sh-t it ain’t legit

i keep the pistol on my side that lil’ n-gga he don’t want none
drop the pin and they gone slide, pop a n-gga for a lump sum
i’m with the gang i’m with the guys, pray my n-ggas don’t see red rum
think bout’ the mommas that done cried
yeah its crazy what the streets done

i keep that pistol on me now
for a minute, i ain’t have one
i tote some sh-t that mow through crowds
b-tch we coming for yo’ loved ones
it hold a hunnit’ fifty rounds
catch a oppa’ and its man down
designer look like hand-me-downs
b-tch we dripping, b-tch we dripping now
all white ap, buss down vv’s
got them b-tches stalking, got them b-tches stalking me
and on my block n-gga we keep it c-cked
one up in the head
screaming m-th-‘ f-ck a fed
man you heard just what i said

i keep the pistol on my side
(keep that pistol on me yeah)
that lil’ n-gga he don’t want none
(that lil’ n-gga he don’t want it)
drop the pin and they gone slide
(pop a pill and they gone slide)
pop a n-gga for a lump sum
(pop a n-gga, pop a n-gga)
i’m with the gang i’m with the guys
(i’m with the gang, i’m with the gang yeah)
pray my n-ggas don’t see red rum
(pray my n-ggas don’t see red)
think bout’ the mommas that done cried
(think bout the mommas that’s done cried)
yeah its crazy what the streets done
(yeah its crazy what they done yeah)

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...