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 global wide pimp brothers - yungjosh93 & don toliver

global wide pimp brothers lyrics
[intro: don toliver]
woo
ay, f-ck all you critics
f-ck all you haters
f-ck all you n-ggas
f-ck all the critics
uh

[verse 1: don toliver]
i remember when i ain’t had sh-t
now i’m top floor, chop game with ya b-tch
coming with a plan so we can all get rich
money in the bag, don’t touch that sh-t
get off my d-ck, chop game with ya b-tch
.40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a l!ck
h-town flow, let a young n-gga spit
you talk a lot of sh-t, i hope you do it on a d-ck
riding in the back, man, whip gettin’ lit
jack life forever, man, i love this sh-t
counting up the paper, i don’t love that b-tch
you the type to love, kiss and hug that b-tch
got a whole sack, i wanna hug that b-tch
got a court date, i’m like f-ck that sh-t
hustle everyday just so i could pay the rent
stick a n-gga up for the paper real quick
josh he an animal, i’m speaking real sh-t
hop on the block and i’m bleeding that b-tch
cops [?] know a n-gga take risks
facetime with the plug and you know we talking bricks
no losses with the sack, i ain’t taking no sh-t
fifty-nine in the coupe and i’m racing that sh-t
got the top back, the block hating that sh-t
got ya b-tch with me, n-gga hating that sh-t
[verse 2: yungjosh93]
just pimped a new hoe but i hate that b-tch
i’ma make that b-tch then break that b-tch
p-ssy n-gga talk, i don’t play that sh-t
but if the p-ssy lips talk, here’s what i say to that sh-t
“umm, is it mine?”
“baby girl, is it mine?”
“i’m on probation can that p-ssy pay my fines?”
baby if you making money then i’m making time
if the p-ssy don’t pay me bills then don’t say it’s mine
grilled up like jay-z in ’89
and you broke n-ggas might as well make a sign
i can take a ugly b-tch and make her fine
since a youngin, i been turning pennies into dimes
we done went from eating dennys to benihan-
and we sipping on that act, a zip a line
i’m feeling like shaq in ’99
this the truth, looking dead into the lion’s eyes
and them boys say they hot, we on a higher high
if the n-gga spreading lies then he gotta die
me and my momma don’t really see eye to eye
and that sh-t hurts so much, sometimes i gotta cry
but i’ma brush that to side like mcdonald’s fries
been down so long, b-tch, we gotta ride
yung josh, b-tch, that’s who i idolize
and this verse finalize

- yungjosh93 don toliver

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS