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 bleeding like an ulcer - yavid

i’m on the highway call up the kat and tellem this beat is slappin
tell the police i ain’t packin tellem i’m rappin
ima try and hit this one straight thru one time one take yup yup yup yup

i’m shootin like ol dog i’m boofin like oh lawd
got a couple 150s couple hoes they in love with me
city shakes when my b-ss knocks and it’ll wake up the dead
old beef they be comin for me and they gon want revenge
shout out to my hitta he behind me if you if you touch me he gon have to lose it
boi i dare you to do it
chris angel with the magic bag move a finger disappearing act
hot head one in the head hrrrat hrrrrat boi hold that and
i’m shootin like ol dog i’m boofin like oh lawd
got a couple 150s couple hoes they in love with me but
but i’m a mac like 90 80s baby but the 90s made me and it
made me grimey and i’m gods child but why’d he go and let satan find me
shake and bake w the sudafed dog food cut w pain meds
cocaine cut w the fenty no ri ri you od your dead
tell my auntie and them hold they head i wish it was me that went
you see my blue eyes in the mirror on your ride means you heaven sent

call up the kat and tellem this beat is slappin
tell the police i ain’t packin tellem i’m rappin
tellem anything you gotta tellem just don’t tellem what happened
you ain’t really about that action yup yup yup

they typin up they blog i’m more like a devil dog
see you follow your god and ill be the sheep dog
when they do they sweep dog i don’t get no sleep dog
see i ain’t no peep dog i peep through the acog
in a dozen different states and cities got a whole lotta tip toeing mistys
gangsters they f-ckin w me your b-tch stay f-ckin w me
5 shots in the bulldog and it chew right through your vest
come downtown that .44 knock three down like jerry west and
that dude ain’t f-ckin w me cuz his go she suck and sip me
activis in her -ss she kiss on another b-tch in the whippy with me
and i might have friendly w me and i mite have blacky with me
and they less friendly than i am and my hand stay on the bl!cky
i never ever ever thought that rappin was a real possibility
i thought that wrappin cats in plastic wrap was it for me
if the earth is our playground and death is our gift
then where we go in the after life just might be our punishment

- yavid

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS