letra de that's us - yooda
that’s us
big blunt burning wit the top down
ridin threw my hood i see all the thot out
they call my name i can’t see em. cuz the smoke loud
a couple lame doing they thang from the sideline
i’m in the game and i ain’t never coming out now
it’s crunch time so you’ll never see the field now
never told on my n-ggas kept my toes down
cuz nothing fold but the guts when i beat em down
who you think y’all playin we are not equals
hit the detonator. it will never be a sequel
my mind on money so i need it on time
water on my wrist dancing like a soul line
i hit the 1 – 2 now i gotta fade back
hater wanna buy a foul like i’m sajak
all this fake beef own play that
i’m just looking at the stars when i lay back
you smell the big blunt burnin homie
that’s us
you ever fold on ya homies
get touched
cus nothing don’t nothing fold
but guts
quarter mill in ya pocket homie
feel the rush
you smell the big blunt burnin homie
that’s us
you ever fold on ya homies
get touched
cus nothing don’t nothing fold
but guts
quarter mill in ya pocket homie
feel the rush
ced had told me get em’ so i get it in/
keep it 100 when i’m spittin call me benjamin/
like my women thick venus & serena twin/
keep em’ serving up b-lls like its wimbledon/
my only dance money dance cause i’m gettin flow/
take a chance try the man take ya to the flo/
beat westcoast but we m.i.yayo/
home of trick, ross, donks, and the home of blow/
i be riding on the track like a locomotive/
say they sliding it ain’t facts they pinocchio/
ya girl riding on my sack its a rodeo/
she a centerfold l!ck me like a envelope/
she be all up in my pants getting to the zipper/
know i love it when she dance i’m a big tipper/
see me gliding through the city in a big sprinter/
i be posted with the stars call me big dipper/
you smell the big blunt burnin homie
that’s us
you ever fold on ya homies
get touched
cus nothing don’t nothing fold
but guts
quarter mill in ya pocket homie
feel the rush
you smell the big blunt burnin homie
that’s us
you ever fold on ya homies
get touched
cus nothing don’t nothing fold
but guts
quarter mill in ya pocket homie
feel the rush
uh, get the cheese stack the dough, n-ggas playin sloppy joe
push the pedal to the floor, and spend the block one more time let ah n-gga know
ain’t no playin bout my bread it’s money on ya head, you b-tches flagging on the field that’ll leave you dead
top down in my city i’m the foran baby, b-tch i’m hot but my wrist been kinda froze lately
i been going through some things tryna chase my dreams, i’m cold hearted on you n-ggas ain’t no loyalty
and when i say i’m coming clean you know what i mean, i be jazzy on you hoes when i hit the scene
if it ain’t no money on the line you better get in line, and if you thinking imma play you better press rewind
you hoes playin both sides that’ll get you fined, and if you walking like you talking i ain’t hard to find
…lil b-tch
you smell the big blunt burnin homie
that’s us
you ever fold on ya homies
get touched
cus nothing don’t nothing fold
but guts
quarter mill in ya pocket homie
feel the rush
you smell the big blunt burnin homie
that’s us
you ever fold on ya homies
get touched
cus nothing don’t nothing fold
but guts
quarter mill in ya pocket homie
feel the rush
letras aleatórias
- letra de night out on the town - pretty cartel
- letra de surra de cama - xand avião
- letra de выбора нет (no choice) - eftilz
- letra de simple - crucial star
- letra de downtown - cutemobb, jesse james & alu
- letra de kärlekskvarter - sebastian lara
- letra de dedicatoria para un amigo - steven aveledo
- letra de в чём сила брат ? (what is the power of a brother ?) - лучик (luchik)
- letra de cuando te necesitaba* - duki & khea
- letra de finir - noname (fra)