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Артист: Guerilla MaabНазвание : Keep Watching MeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south southern rap rap houston gangsta rap Видео:
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Keep watching me, and You fellas, gon see man You don`t wanna fuck around, with these G`s Fried out, sipping drank blowing trees [Z-Ro] I`ma hide behind that tint These motherfuckers, wonder where he went But I remain to sting, and have finer thangs Still harder, than the cement You be walking on, running out of time Like the cell phone, you be talking on I`ma make you place, that`ll be the taste On the concrete, they be chalking on Nigga I be watching y`all, watching me When I pulls up, on the scene Niggaz be looking like, they wanna pick a fight Cause my neck and wrist, bling bling You can hate me from over there long, as you don`t invade my space If you invade my space, my fist gon invade your face Nigga don`t get me wrong, I`m not a fly cat though Take a bone, and run over to Ridgevan And whip ass on a nigga`s ass, when the dust clears I`ma be, the only nigga left standing I be busting out the big blocks, sixty Raising niggaz, up off of me Then it`s back to the bus, sipping Robatuss` Give me the K this corner, with PCP Better watch your head, screens gon fall S.U.C., we born to ball You can put your money, back in your pocket Everything`s on us, when we hit the mall And to these hoes, I won`t be no trick Gold digging bitches, make me sick And ain`t nobody around me, paying for the creases Split, and I speak for the whole click [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Stay on my P`s and Q`s, cause people hate They wanna knock me, while I`m on my blades I ride a Benz, when I stack my ends Me and Dougie D, lost in the wind We peep the game, through `Sacci shades Stay playa made, with a bald fade I`m tatted up, and got bezyltines You better bet, all my diamonds gleam I don`t wanna brag or boast, or hot cap But I still got a 4-4, in my lap Don`t get close, or the beam`ll shine It`s a automatic piece, that they can`t find If something gon fall, it gotta be the screens See the bubble lights, and that European When I`m in my ride, I bogaurd the block Pop up the top, and the broads gon jock Fin to get Lil` B, up off the grapevine On my way to the West, getting on my grind Can`t let none of these cats, take what`s mine They M.I.A., cause I`m laying it down And it`s M.O.B., till the day I die That there be real, nigga that`s no lie It`s gon take y`all, one whole team And until then, I know y`all wanna try to [Dougie D] Watch a G, but can`t stop a G How many of y`all, gon knock a G Peep me, rolling in a candy Ain`t no doubt about it, baby We be wrecking shop, and showing skills Turning hoe heads, with a wood wheel Piece and chain, with shining gold grill Man y`all know, the South is so real Down for the green, to make the world see It`s all about, my family and me I ride for y`all, and y`all ride for me Guerilla Maab, what I`m fucking When I leave the streets Boys talk down, and steady gon hate I`m still gon remain, to floss and scrape plates Trying to take mine, is a mistake When I might fuck around, with your fate You don`t know, bitch you ain`t heard We be G`s, that slang and serve Smoked out, and we sipping on syrup Fuck the streets, we fin to hop on curbs Break boys off, and let them boys know I be natural, with this flow When I come through, and knocking down do`s Like Fat Pat, sitting in the side poles [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Ultimate powers, beyond belief While chiefing a sweeter leaf Always strapped, in a white tank top And I keep my britches, without a crease But I gotta keep, my progress on the low Everybody wanna talk down, on Z-Ro Got a verb and attack, that`ll break they back And can`t nobody talk down, on the flo` Too many of these fellas, thinking they bulletproof That`s why, they misbehaving Run your bad ass, up in Ridgemont And you`ll be dead, before you reach Vetaken See I`m a killa for real, no fake AK`s Automatic guns, grenades and AK`s In the midst of confusion, hollin` out Houston We have a problem, better say may-day But I really be coming, to get these boys I`m really, fin to wet these boys The voice in my head, say don`t go FED Better charge that there, and don`t sweat them boys Don`t let them boys, get up under your skin Why you in the game, if you ain`t trying to win I gotta put up the Shwin, and hop in a Benz In a cool sticking in it, with new rich friends But I don`t change, I`m still the same Still throwed in the game, with a lil bit of fame Running up on me, that`s your life Why you wanna leave, your kids and wife Why they wanna see me, off my game Didn`t wanna come around, till I had a name But now you, really don`t want none of these G`s Keep watching me, if you can see overseas [Hook - 2x] | Похожие исполнители:
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