Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: AmilНазвание : AnydayДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap new york urban femc Видео:
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Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff You think its hell where you at Shit its hell on the streets You maintaining in the Bing, I`m surviving to eat Don`t think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff Thinking I`m lost laying down Sex for trips and stuff I`ll admit it I`m use to the finer things, We had major names even on the minor things Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me And those nigga`s you stuck, they throwing dollars at me But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real Holding you down until you back on the field [Chorus 2x] Feels like I do I feel when feeling down In the ground feeling down It can be most anyday [Verse 2] Don`t worry `bout these streets I`m conrolling these grounds I might slip and miss a V-I but I`m holding it down Got the kids to take care its hard out here And its tearing my heart to play my part out here I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years And your bid make me feel like I got the chair But ain`t nobody tapping this I rather tap my own Watching tapes we made while I`m resting alone Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer Got me X-ing off days on the calendar I miss loading the glock so you could control the block I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o You get your weight up I`m a drain you once they let go Chorus [Verse 3] I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over So you ring your broads while you locked away I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play See Amil`s the one you kept draped in ice I`m the one waiting silk down caked in spice Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands From a six and a mansion to beating the sands Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take All-savage and stuff Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key A minute then heist and stuff If I have to wait while you gone I`m a take what comes If you don`t see cash, know its hard in the slums Cause I ran through the stash and it ain`t no funds | Похожие исполнители:
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