letra de average civilian - yung zyrex
[intro]
aye ha
b-tch
what’s good with y’all young boys
aye, b-tch aye b-tch aye b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
[hook]
got 22 left in this 50 round drum
you wear the same fits lil boy you a bum
i’m not cuban but i’m sipping this rum
pop a p-ssy n-gga like some bubblegum
extendo clip and it’s long as a building
i’m tryna get rich i’m tryna make a million
bad b-tch think she was brazilian
i’m the chosen one not you’re average civilian
i got a glock with a stick and it came with a d-ck, with a 30 round clip i stuff it in my pocket
223’s backseat with bad b-tches, not from houston but i got them rockets
i don’t f-ck around with your energy lil b-tch i don’t love you i’m focused on profits
i don’t f-ck around with my energy lil b-tch i don’t love you i love economics
[verse 1]
i could be your favorite soda still wouldn’t pop me
if you were a stop sign you still wouldn’t stop me
bad b-tch suck my d-ck and she sloppy
duplicate these bands, i call that a copy
not a cameraman, i got the clip
not a poet man this sh-t off the rip
i’m not a chip, but i gotta dip
i’m a real n-gga, not blood or a crip
[verse 2]
choppa with a beam i aim it at your tummy
murder a n-gga wrap him like a mummy
lil b-tch c’mere you’re boyfriend is bummy
i’m sucking them toes, godd-mn they yummy
i shoot that n-gga till he take his last breath
i shoot at that n-gga till he bleeds to death
i’m balling too hard, it’s a foul call the ref
are you hearing these bars my g are you deaf?
i’m spitting this heat like i live in miami
i’m spitting this heat you can call me a dragon
i rap for fun, i don’t need a grammy
i’ll tackle a n-gga like i play madden
i keep them poles on me just like a stripper
you making money, i make money quicker
my last b-tch was thicc but new b-tch is thicker
that b-tch she stuck to me just like a sticker
[hook]
got 22 left in this 50 round drum
you wear the same fits lil boy you a bum
i’m not cuban but i’m sipping this rum
pop a p-ssy n-gga like some bubblegum
extendo clip and it’s long as a building
i’m tryna get rich i’m tryna make a million
bad b-tch think she was brazilian
i’m the chosen one not you’re average civilian
i got a glock with a stick and it came with a d-ck, with a 30 round clip i stuff it in my pocket
223’s backseat with bad b-tches, not from houston but i got them rockets
i don’t f-ck around with your energy lil b-tch i don’t love you i’m focused on profits
i don’t f-ck around with my energy lil b-tch i don’t love you i love economics
letras aleatórias
- grey b › letra de она не понимает (she doesn't understand) - grey-b
- s e s › letra de 편지 (the letter) - s.e.s.
- cari newlimits › letra de chs anthem - cari newlimits
- joe far white smoke › letra de bring the pain - joe far & white smoke
- emika punch › letra de new season - emika punch
- jc regino › letra de idolo - jc regino
- pretosuav › letra de música e álcool - pretosuav
- bekh › letra de hər şey sona çatdı - bekh
- alternosfera › letra de imnuri de război - alternosfera
- southern backtones › letra de little ghost - southern backtones