Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Lonestar Ridaz f Happy Perez, Low G, SPMНазвание : IntroДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Yepa, Yepa, homeboy It`s the Lone Star Rida, Low G Real life, real lyrics Happy P, El Coyote The real, recognize the real Dope House Records Dope sells itself, always Fuck a friend, fuck a hoe I`m here til I go It ain`t about money, it ain`t about fame It`s about family Damn, we so close, but these niggas don`t understand We came from so far [Happy P] You can love me or hate me It`s all gravy Mama couldn`t raise me And dope fiends paid me Took what I learned in the streets to make beats One million dollars later, still smokin` Swisher Sweets And I remember way back, way back in the ghetto See as far as I can remember niggas called me Hap. See as far as I can remember I was po` and broke No money in my pocket and no weed to smoke But now thangs changed, see it`s been a little better lately The greatest blessin` in my life has been my baby (huh) Cuz I ain`t never known love like that And ain`t no angel up above like that And I pray That she don`t have to see the things I saw Too many murdered friends and niggas behind bars Wit cut-throat niggas, scandalous ass bitches Niggas blowin` they brains out, so vicious Fake niggas, kickin` niggas doors down For what? Just to brag when some hoes around And you call yourself a gangsta, a hustla, a playa? (huh) That ain`t nothing if The Lord ain`t yo Savior So I kick back, and put my heart on this gat And everything I say be silent, so that`s that And we blessed, foo, so let`s bow my niggas (huh) That`s why I made this here for all of my niggas [SPM] A biggie bang to the boogie woogie shoobeedoowap I`m doin` 120 racin` this {new eye rop}? I`m a worka in the dirtiest game on planet earth-a I sip the shit that come in a little jar of Gerber Table turner, sellin` pearl-a Smoke in my nerve-a I`m 1-800-MURDER, I packs the Big Bertha Boys lookin` at me funny, my palm get sweaty You bitches cryin` over spilled spaghetti You can ask my gal, I used to be broke as hell I couldn`t pay my doctor for my in-grown toe nail And it`s a trip, cuz I ain`t even broke a sweat But if I turn around, you see my back is soakin` wet | Похожие исполнители: |
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