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 ill - young dolph & key glock

[intro: key glock]
let the band play
i’m one ill -ss lil’ n-gg- and i don’t know no one iller
yeah, i ran up my figures, i made them f-ck n-gg-s bitter
i hang with k!llers and dealers, you n-gg-s nothin’ but pretenders
yeah, my bank account got bigger and this sh-t still getting realer
ayy, what’s up, flipper? (what’s up?)

[interlude: young dolph & key glock]
let me holler at these folks, glock
(what we on?)

[chorus: young dolph]
we on some ugk sh-t right now, boy, ain’t n-body triller (n-body)
put your faith in the preacher, i put my faith in my vacuum sealer (hey)
crack the seal on the new pint, mix it up like a bartender (pour up)
god made me a street n-gg-, in the trap, i’m the bishop (yeah)

[verse 1: young dolph]
born with drugs in my system (yeah)
i got too much charisma (yeah)
pull up at the trap to get some gas
man, i need a fill up (strong)
grandma said, “boy, you ain’t got no friends”
and i still remember (f-ck ’em all)
every time she see me, she wanna slide down my pole (pole)
every week i’m in the jewelry store buyin’ some more (ice)
vvs’s dancing around my throat (throat), woah (woah)
i told her just keep on sucking it until she choke, she said, “oh” (oh)

[verse 2: key glock]
go, go, go, go, go, go, go (go)
’til you can’t no more
b-tch, i’ma get this dough until a n-gg- get it gone
i rock a lot of gold and i’ll rock you with that chrome (yeah)
i just rocked the show and now i’m finna rock your ho
tell me have you seen the g.o.a.t. ridin’ the coupe and smokin’ dope?
ask your b-tch, i bet she know who that pullin’ up in that two door
yeah, glizzock, that’s for sure, hold up, that young n-gg- cold
i’m so cold, i’ll have your nose running, b-tch, i been road running
i got new and old money, b-tch, i got loads of it
i’m hotter than four ovens, b-tch, you n-gg-s so buggin’ (b-tch)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (b-tch)
you n-gg-s so buggin’

[verse 3: young dolph]
we on some three 6 sh-t right now, b-tch, i’m a real sizzurp sipper
you put your trust up in that b-tch and don’t even trust your n-gg-
we blowin’ dope straight out the bowl, we smoking hard like a chimney
yeah, b-tch, i know you remember, i’m still one ill -ss lil’ n-gg-
i wake up and take my meds because i’m ill (ill)
i pump weight in the traphouse, not the gym (the gym)
i ain’t never had no patience, i need my money pr-nto (now)
got more cars than i can drive but feel like i want one more (just one more)
got this lil’ white b-tch with supersized t-tties like coco (yeah, yeah)
n-gg-, i pour lean in my iced tea (dirty, dirty)
whole lot of ice on my white tee (yeah, yeah)
don’t none of you monkey hoes excite me (b-tch, please)
diamond chains and some gangster nikes
yeah, i f-cked your wifey twice, b (d-mn)
she said she never seen a n-gg- like me (it’s dolph)
baby boy, quit cryin’ to these hoes like tyrese (crybaby)
me and my n-gg-s so close, yeah, we like siamese (twins)
i stanked up the whole neighborhood with some loud trees (woo)
old lady next door talkin’ ’bout, “turn that down please” (yes, ma’am)
b-tches love my blue teeth, they be like, “can you smile, please” (hahaha)

- young dolph key glock

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS