Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Chilldrin of Da GhettoНазвание : Chilldrin of Da GhettoДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop chicago hip-hop chicago hip-hop chicago hip-hop chicago hip-hop chicago Видео:
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As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord When I`m naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord [1st Verse] Back up in junior high sipping on some gin with my so-called friends in the cut just gettin high I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive by B.B.S.S niggas too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack and be a drug lord Now stackin on my ends makin little dividends thinkin can I get away Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can`t slang us but the fella may Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased all over this bullshit I having evil visions killing each nigga with this wheelie I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow but with lynches on my mind Invading my privacy its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine Now he`s gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back Nowhere to run revenge is a bitch cause these hoes wanna get me CHORUS [2nd Verse] I smoke up a blunt to let my motherfucking day just ease by I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I`m gettin high Its self-explanatory I`m black an I`m under pressure So come on my nine to feel what the motherfucking test ya But it ain`t no bitch when its getting angry cause its letting loose Motherfuckers better run an hide before they die cause I might be buckin that shoot The only way you can make it you come an you take it an ask for real niggas Like me smokin on the sack of weed with my hand on the fuckin trigger Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse nigga just ain`t no damn thing I shooting again to brain when I what and hang living life in the fast lane It`s hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse bitch Better watch your back fo they up their gat and it leave your shit split CHORUS [3rd Verse] Hallucinating homicides now its time to ride my nigga that just not die And I`m tryin to understand why the fuck did you let that bullet fire Nigga left so spank me in the cut can`t even give em no money Gotta get made comin on up an now touch stone bone straight stop Cause a mob didn`t wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up Pick up for a lickin hit up fuck dawn when I let my itchy ball I`m dressed up now the young roll tall motherfucker comin up in nine five An the germs gettin rich I`m all where to hit turning off game out to survive Everybody gotta go took a walk through the do an` it`s just fact that I know When it should`ve been me runnin the Chevvy just tellin em dick sell out choke Now you know these niggas tryin to get so god damn hard in this game Where world the game where my nigga name main I roll put a choke to the brain CHORUS | Похожие исполнители:
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