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 lame (feat. fat mac) - zanny

[intro]: zanny
zanny what the f-ck?
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah on god
on god, uh huh
i got these b-tch ass n-ggas talkin’ down on me
but i ain’t even finna fall down for real

[hook]: zanny
f-ck n-gga, b-tch n-gga, always wanna talk n-gga (what)
wack n-gga, hoe n-gga, thinkin’ you all that n-gga
lil boy i’m on top, step on you like you a bug n-gga
nutted on her braces now my kids behind bars n-gga
like you think you the sh-t in reality you ain’t (no, no)
you keep saying “let’s throw hands” but you bringing your whole gang (your gang)
you must f-cking love me ’cause your mouth around my name (my what)
i don’t really give a f-ck ’cause you f-ck n-ggas is lame

[verse 1]: fat mac
one n-gga, two n-gga, all i see is lame n-ggas
f-ckin’ on your b-tch n-gga now i’m in her brains n-gga
mac up at the top n-ggas tryna switch they lane n-gga
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas ’cause them n-ggas is some lame n-ggas
talk up all that sh-t n-gga ain’t gon’ do a thing n-gga
zanny in this b-tch finna blow a n-gga brain figure (uh pew)
i thought you was fit until went against the grave n-gga
yall thought we was finish zanny tell ’em what we sayin’ n-gga
[hook]: zanny
f-ck n-gga, b-tch n-gga, always wanna talk n-gga (always wanna talk)
wack n-gga, hoe n-gga, thinkin’ you all that n-gga (thinkin’ you all that)
lil boy i’m on top, step on you like you a bug n-gga (what)
nutted on her braces now my kids behind bars n-gga

[hook 2]
you think you the sh-t till a n-gga blow your brains
keep on talkin’ mac and zanny n-gga you gon’ see the grave
trigga you a b-tch n-gga keep on playing all them games
you a clown, you a hoe, n-gga get up out my face

[verse 2]
yeah they opp n-ggas, fake n-gga claimin’ that they real n-gga
real hittas’ real n-ggas thats who i roll with n-gga
mac and zanny on top we gon’ step on these hating ass n-ggas
you a mocking bird tryna be us like a parrot n-gga
f-ck n-gga, b-tch n-gga, always wanna talk n-gga
wack n-gga, hoe n-gga, thinkin’ you all that n-gga
lil boy i’m on top, step on you like you a bug n-gga
nutted on her braces now my kids behind bars n-gga
like you think you the sh-t in reality you ain’t
you keep saying “let’s throw hands” but you bringing your whole gang
you must f-cking love me ’cause your mouth around my name (my what)
i don’t really give a f-ck ’cause you f-ck n-ggas is lame (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- zanny

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS