Хотите запечатлеть незабываемые моменты? Доверьте свои фотографии профессионалу! Услуги талантливого фотографа - гарантия качественных снимков и восхитительных портретов.
Артист: TelaНазвание : Realest Niggas Down SouthДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop southern rap g-funk Видео:
|
||
Told em` Rap-A-Lot You ain`t mad hungh Rap-A-Lot Mafia lot Mafia lot Hoodlumz J Prince Y`all know how we do it Verse 1: We switch it up like wings Watch it blow up Hoes show up Have the club Sho`Nuff Mista Baller Good Times like Jimmie Walker And I`mma talk shit cause i`mma shit talker And if you come cross the Its gon` cost ya And if you ain`t short ya It ain`t my fault-cha` Probably just caught you a 5 to 10 That`s 15 from the mob blowin` hard on ya` chin Hold on lil` bitch here think she grown I`m in the back of the club with the Chrys alone And I tell ya` these hoes wont leave me alone Bounce through it ?????????? She saw the vacations, play stations Sippin` on cases Eatin` on steaks and Ask for God to show me a sign To show that the game is mine He Showed Me!!!!! (Chorus)(Repeat 1) (It`s like no bitch will a slow this And a slow bitch is a no bitch and a pro bitch broke bitch and a broke bitch is mo` problems mo` shit It`s like no bitch will a slow this And a slow bitch is a no bitch and a pro bitch broke bitch and a broke bitch is mo` problems mo` shit Verse 2: I do this the hard way I love to play Shit come between me and Jay Unh unh no way This is a private flight only ballers stay And if you leave ya` key we`ll rip the cheese out cha` case See ya`ll some middle weights Wanna stop the Ace Sabotage my sell thats a bad mistake Whole Deuce Deuce need to be put in place Now step to the side the cake fly in my face And if ain`t got ties with you Ain`t gon` ride with you Ain`t gon` ride with you, ain`t gon` die with you Silly motherfuckas ain`t hard to find Say you lookin` for me just look behind Cuz we be so deep at the compound lounge And the shit that you did it ain`t slip my mind Now if it be the first, the second, the third time Motherfuckas gon` have to mind (Chorus) Verse 3: 9-9, us now bust down the whole brick Is ya`ll niggas loosing respect mind playing tricks Be broke doing shows aint` dat bout` a bitch This is Rap-A-Lot baby we ain`t hurtin` for shit When I`m tryin` to figure out what to jump out and in And you tryin` to figure out what yo budget to spend It ain`t hard to see that you some gay village men And thats why yo ass be fading in the wind When I flip the scene Change the beam Niggas got bread went from red to green Editors patronizing me and my team So I shit on Mic Checks and pist on ya` magazines Come through clean Slow like lean Car with a bar 24 inch screen Freshed out drapes Roll like skates Surprise open eyes ain`t no stopping the great (No Way) (Chorus x 3) | Похожие исполнители:
|
Опубликовать в блоге/дневнике/жж (html-код)
Опубликовать на форуме (bb-код)
Прямая ссылка на эту страницу