Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 3X Krazy f 2 Scoops (of Dove Shack)Название : ImmortalizedДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Mobb shit. Uh, uh. Hop in the Broham cousin man we rollin stolen stay focused go get the calico quick, we fearin no man the program you juss a dead man walkin you all done witnessed The Sickness, it`s only of the chosen he said often that money would change a fake nigga you can replace me an mace me but cant erase me off the rictor (rictor) like hundred-percenter right through ya set to settin standards like Tony Montana, look at the picture go figure mutha fuckas`ll go juss like the Lotto gustafos an noreados I oops along an follow the not-knows when the glock goes through ya Polo`s in my dreams I was hated an was told to go solo. Chorus 2x *(Bart)* My Reactions, like tuff actin` Tenactin wit the Mac-10 makin sure my money stack in fractions juss follow my lead an watch me mack it only way out of the situation is the savage. Verse 2 *(2 Scoops)* When will they let `em G thee I feel the fresh air, but I dont feel free an what I wouldnt give to live the way I thought life would be Mobb muzik, my only key mass artilery, prayers from mama combined to grant the serpents soul to brace for drama they experienced the hardtimes, it all made sense then came the secrets of a gracious bitch my crooked ways wont straighten I`ll chop these dogs wit a hand full of hustlas, but I`m on my own reachin for prime real-estate, on the banks of Rome one day... all my worries they`ll all be gone anger expressed wit empty shells, introduced to livin well real niggas out to prevail my guarantee smokin bomb from dusk til dawn, my simple wishes shreadin through the darkness of seekin my fuckin riches the wild west, cuz it`ll make it wit out a vest hard blows an hoes the test, your last request decendents of vengance the out-done cant run from repentance my story wont go untold the rocky roads hurt peers to the dirt to uncover gold set up shop, you cant be stopped nigga start livin you aint gon soar wit the eagles if you run wit the pigeons. Uh! Chorus 2x Verse 3 *(Bart)* I`m disconnected theres no execeptions, I shoulda stayed in school playin baseball up on the tube instead of bein on the news I see it all out my Donna Karans constantly drinkin thinkin "FUCK MARRIGE! I love this life I live who gives a fuck if I die or live my only thing in this world is my kid my baby mama full a pressure I see our love growin lesser that`s why I`m crumblin` herb up on my dresser naked wit out my vest protecter two in the morn kickin ya doe down its goin to the floor next to your four-pound prepare the Greyhound I`m in the hood wit the homies all black wit no mask, Fuck they saw me! We throwin up that EASTSIDE! (EASTSIDE!) worldwide an stay high it`s Murder & Kamakazie an I.... Verse 4 *(2 Scoops)* Celebrate, I scorched you when its crucial shame wit bliss drop the Mustang in neutral, an swang that bitch got a piss test comin up, smokin kill chasin ??? go get balance wit the golden seal | Похожие исполнители: |
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