letra de got it out da mud - ysb og
[intro: kane grocerys & ]
taliban world
og sh-t
(i’m working on dying)
[chorus: kane grocerys]
28s on the hummer with the candy paint
ridin’ ’round town with lil rari smoking dank
i don’t wanna hit the p-ssy ’cause the p-ssy stank
got it out the mud, you can’t tell me what i ain’t
big choppa on me, n-gga, make ya ass faint
used to eat off plastic plates, now i’m eating steak
i’m in love with this sh-t, f-ck, you n-ggas fake
sick gang all day, taliban day
[verse 1: sickboyrari]
[?]
[?] diamonds drippin’ like i’m [?]
sh-t, soulja rags [?]
still [?] out the mud, still yellin’ “yank”
sh-t, still yellin’ “yount”, i done lost count
aye, walk in the mall, i done lost count
dope runnas on my feet, b-tch i’m runnin’ ’round
do the dash, lil n-gga, know i’m comin’ down
sh-t, ridin’ yellow hummer with a [?]
2k19 [?]
sh-t [?]
[?]
[chorus: kane grocerys]
28s on the hummer with the candy paint
ridin’ ’round town with lil rari smoking dank
i don’t wanna hit the p-ssy ’cause the p-ssy stank
got it out the mud, you can’t tell me what i ain’t
big choppa on me, n-gga, make ya ass faint
used to eat off plastic plates, now i’m eating steak
i’m in love with this sh-t, f-ck, you n-ggas fake
sick gang all day, taliban day
[verse 2: kane grocerys]
still in the trap, make a b-tch faint
walk up in my house, might get yo ass shanked
big-ass blades and some hand grenades
lil rari in the trap, he countin’ bank
lil b-tch trippin’, making her booty shake
smokin’ on some sh-t that n0body [?]
sippin’ fours of lean in the faygo [?]
stepped on fours, n-gga, still struglin’, mane
got it out the mud, f-ck, you n-ggas fake
big-ass choppa blow yo ass away
i don’t give a f-ck if i die today
shinin’ for my n-ggas, cause the sky [?]
audi r8 when i wanna skate
diamonds drippin’ on me like i’m ricky lake
soulja, ragged up on my f-cking face
taliban’d up, n-gga, sick gang
[chorus: kane grocerys]
28s on the hummer with the candy paint
ridin’ ’round town with lil rari smoking dank
i don’t wanna hit the p-ssy ’cause the p-ssy stank
got it out the mud, you can’t tell me what i ain’t
big choppa on me, n-gga, make ya ass faint
used to eat off plastic plates, now i’m eating steak
i’m in love with this sh-t, f-ck, you n-ggas fake
sick gang all day, taliban day
letras aleatórias
- letra de call to arms - the defiled
- letra de the betrayal - the lapse
- letra de faith - vokido
- letra de everyday - yung zeelee
- letra de the white dam - locktender
- letra de paper chase - lil spazz
- letra de orinoco goinloco - orinoco
- letra de um pro outro - ma-lu (br)
- letra de stop that - lil reese
- letra de my suicide - kevin kerby