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 stm - zeeyt

[intro]
whoa, whoa, whoa
yeah (uniqvile)
what? what?

[verse]
my n-gga we wilin’ (wilin’)
type of sh-t i can go outside just to catch a body (body)
all this za, roll another blunt, give a f-ck ’bout shawty
my money be up, so ’bout a b-tch i can not give a f-ck (nah)
reloaded my gun, better not try sh-t ’cause you gettin’ popped
d-mn since i was 14 i been doing that lean (f-ck)
that go and show you that life been hard for me (f-ck)
my homie with the xannies and also the addies (addies)
so high off this earth, don’t need a pill for a body (f-ck)
why internet talk? come and meet my gun (f-ck, f-ck)
stacking up my bands, roll another blunt (f-ck, d-mn)
in love with the way i keep a choppa, pray i don’t spray it hoe (baow)
put some pill up on yo head, now an addict get you gone
or i can straight up go ahead and do it by myself don’t give no f-cks
if you with yo homie ain’t no worries i can k!ll you both
d-mn, that’s some reasons on why i straight up don’t give no f-cks
like i’m ja morant i’ma keep that pistol in the club
(see it in my motherf-cking face)

- zeeyt

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS