Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: StylesНазвание : Nobody Believes MeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap styles p eastcoast rap hiphop Видео:
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f/ Cross, J-Hood, Sheek Ahh... today`s narrator, the Ghost, ha ha ha ha ha... This is a true story ladies and gentlemen You might not believe it though But fuck it, thats why I`m the ghost (Styles) I`m about to open up Listen, one day I fell asleep and my knife woke me up He said (Cross) Your gun is in the closet flippin Talkin bout I get the most action he about to soak me up (Styles) So I went to the closet said "Hammer what`s wrong with you?" (Sheek) You ain`t busting me off, it`s like I don`t belong to you (Styles) I said I just beat a case daddy And I`m trying to take it easy cause I gotta move this weight daddy Then the hammer said (Sheek) Man listen, used the knife twice in a row Tell me if the plan switchin Cause we used to get around together We used to put niggas down together, tell me if it`s now or never (Styles) I said hammer take it easy baby Cause I got niggas to kill and I would never do you greasy baby And all you gotta do is chill a while And then the hammer said "cool" cuz you know that I feel you Styles (Chorus: Styles) I got a story to tell, my knife talk to me But nobody believe that my knife talk to me I got a story to tell, my hammer talk to me But nobody believe that my hammer talk to me I got a story to tell, my haze talk to me But nobody believe that my haze talk to me I got a story to tell, my money talk to me But nobody believe that my money talk to me (Styles) My knife said to me (Cross) I hawk niggas down, bust arteries (Styles) And he get bright red for me Knife you my nigga but leave me alone I got to talk to my man Haze to get in the zone I said "Haze what the hell is up?" He said (J-Hood) You know how we do, you know that we crew So where`s the vanilla dutch (Styles) Rolling something up, Thinking about killing every rapper in the game And holding something up My haze said to me (J-Hood) You need to calm down when the rage come to you `Fore a grave or a cage or a gauge come to you But you don`t give a fuck So just open up your book and let your page come to you (Styles) Even though I`m humble and noble I don`t give a fuck You ain`t tryin to hear me I`ma shoot through your mobile It`s funny, I`ll stalk you Hold up my niggas, it aint a convo `less your money start talking (Chorus) (Styles) My money spoke to me It said shit that if it wasn`t for his ass there wouldn`t be no hope for me Money ain`t everything, and then he laughed at me And said the hammer oughta blast at me He said I got you out of jail, paid for the lawyer and bail Take a look at the cars and the crib I keep the clothes on your back, food in your mouth Even paid for the birds when you moved niggas south Shit, I`m the reason why the block jumping Let a nigga try to stop something, D-Block`ll pop something And I`m the reason why you ride or die Keep a lot of me by your side, shoot niggas in the eye I said money you the root of evil How they print "In God We Trust" knowing what you do to people But I`m a hard felon So I grabbed two stacks, dirty and bloody cause I heard my car yelling (Chorus) | Похожие исполнители:
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