Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Yo GottiНазвание : Wanna PlayДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap dirty south hip hop hip-hop southern rap Видео:
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Tired as hell, I`m hearing voices in my head Heard some knocks, grabbed my tone, ran to the doe (door) Screamed, "Who is it?", but i ain`t hear that shit no mo` Cocked my nine I went to peekin` out the blinds Thought it was fine But at a unexpected time The doe (door) flew in, I got a two-story home Seen `em comin` wit they face masks on Bust the choppers, down the stairs, they hit the cut Two of them got away, but the other two got stuck Hit `em again One in the neck, one in the chin Then called the Law and said I did they ass in Hook: OK, you wanna play You say you know where I stay? Well, come today Bring yo bad ass on, I`m waitin on ya I got a K wit a motherfuckin` shank on it You bitch you OK, you wanna play You say you know where I stay? Well, come today Bring yo bad ass on, I`m waitin on ya I got a K wit a motherfuckin` shank on it You bitch you Say whodie, you won`t believe what happened to me A nigga all in my spot, and he askin` for me See I wouldn`t at the spot, but my broad was there When she hit me on the phone, it`s niggas in there They knocked me off for a bird and my platinum chain Them niggas from round there, they just doin` they thang I respect the game But they got to respect it, I aint no hoe ass nigga I`m gone take car my business Next day, broad-daylight, rode the track The first nigga looked suspicious had to get in the back (Talking) Bitch, we ain`t straight no mo` Hoe we used to have fun, we don`t play no mo` Them niggas that you run wit, they kicked in my doe So I`m gone shoot you in yo face if you don`t cough up that dope, bitch Hook This situation is a cold thang I got to explain Cause nigga this a cold game I was keeping my pounds at a spot in Raleigh But I was moving them thangs, like they was hot tamales Well, hot tamales, I played the cards I was dealt Because I knew befo` long that they`ll hang they self I ain`t no fool Nigga that`s why I play it cool I know the shit you will and won`t try to do But what you came in wit, that`s what you left wit (AHH HAA) Because I`m three steps ahead, it`s like you brainless I been fuckin` wit money, I been having birds I disassociated my self from bad nerves Cause once you under pressure, you`ll bust trick And you the type of nigga that I can`t trust bitch And the nigga that went, you just a send-out I tried to kill yo hoe ass, but you went out, the window, bitch Hook | Похожие исполнители:
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