Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Guerilla MaabНазвание : MaabinДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south southern rap rap houston gangsta rap Видео:
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Maabin, in the streets, until we die No more dope selling or robbing We platinum and gold That to make them diamonds shine [Z-Ro] I bleed the block not with the rocks, I bleed with the candy paint Sipping promethazine codeine, with a jolly rancher with a danded drank Telling all foes, got my eyes closed and a fifth done got me numb On the cool feeling dumb but I`m still on no, come ready to watch you get done I`m thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don`t mind Trying to slap patches up out your hair, better say a prayer to somebody to find But you can`t because you the demon, Frankincense got you on the run Forever living in fear your life, that`s why your coward ass keep a gun You can run but I`m gon walk you down, where the fuck you think you gon go I got connect in every state, city and town, from here to Akapoko You choose to play put on your game face, it`s bout to be a grudge match I guarantee if I bust first, there ain`t gon be no busting back I shoot to kill I don`t shoot to hurt, I wear the pants I don`t wear the skirt Do you really must know to use a gun, and if so did you ever put in work Hell nah, y`all niggaz be gangbanging out of the garage faking it Dodging shots everyday from real niggaz, y`all barely making it [Hook - 2x] [Dougie D] Finally ain`t no mo` jacking and robbing, or selling dope out on the corners We can live how we wanna live, and blow big marijuana Maabin` till I die, all of the streets bitch can you feel me Yeah I`ma do the damn thang, trunk knocking hole can you hear me I`m a Southside G, steady flipping and flossing the L-T-B D-O to the U to the G-I-E, nothing but a G baby that`s all that I can be I can only be me, if it ain`t platinum it must be gold, dollas gon shine Twinkle and glow, so shit we must expose Chopping the game up on you hoes, that is the way for toll And I`ma keep shining and grinding, always on you hoes Motherfuckers be loving how cool I be, boy don`t get it twisted Cause a nigga won`t hesitate to pull the infrared beam out his ?pentos scene? This is on all my G`s, we gon continue to mash Stacking our cash forever, because we [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Still in to win I`ma hold it down, I got a AK that`ll make em move around Like a track star ducking low, hopping high rolling on the flo` You bumping gums steady talking down, on nigga what you know about us And what you know about the 17 shot, cocked back that I`m fin to bust I`m a Southsider screen shiner, with a remote in the seat recliner Blue over gray in a Pathfinder, tinted up on the block grinder Block bleeder, trunk waver, DVD and a PC playa Pimping the pin and a mic breaker, cross skater hollin` at you later Slab shaking out the renegader, body rocking on the equator Like Al Kapone I`m living thoed, in a dream home with a elevator Guerilla nigga fin to come and get you, take you out the picture like a X friend For the divedends you fucked up, cause Guerilla Maab clicked up again Like the Wu-Tang, you better respect our name we all real And if you wasn`t killed on another page, we still be wrecking your grill Feel that and get back, on my block we kill the chit-chat Doing out thang then go to sit back, I know they toll y`all we could do that [Hook - 2x] | Похожие исполнители:
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