Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Larsiny, Yung WunНазвание : Ryde or Die BoyzДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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Man! Man! Man! Man! (Larsiny) Don`t start nuttin ya ass can`t finish Ryde or Die Boyz gon`, COME AND GET WITCHA! [Larsiny - S. Lassiter] Man, y`all rap niggas is high fashion Flashin, talker, no action We read emcees like TV`s with captions Charts we smash on, guns we blast them Spit fire like blow dryers and Drag-dash-On Your career won`t last long, real name Sean Lassiter Four words for y`all: F-type no passenger Flow nastier, man you know what I mean And I keep them diamonds shinin blue, yellow, and green So the wrist look like a twister mat Man, I cock the biscuit back and twist ya cap Opps, clipped ya face just missed ya hat This go out to those that think this just a rap Well mister, address the gat and we`ll address ya back Nasty, nasty, spittin disgusting raps And I doubt that cha`ll cats can fuck with that Chorus: Yung Wun You don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boy These Ryde Or Die Boyz will rough you up You don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boy These Ryde Or Die Boyz will touch you up You don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boy These Ryde Or Die Boyz will bust you up You don`t want no war, you don`t want no drama boy You don`t want no drama boy [Larsiny - Verse Two] I hate cops, and I like you even less I turn your whole block into a bleedin mess Niggas talk hard, and get an easy death Cuz I pop buck shots like a peasy neck And I can tell you won`t blow, gotta scary finger All talk, no show, Jerry Springer I don`t care if you a skinny or a burly nigga I`ma have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror We shake your features, y`all make believers And the eight`ll make you shake like you fake the seizure I ball of the scale, break the meter And if you ever go to jail, they`ll rape and beat`cha Hold up, take a breather, I`m way too tough Got kicked outta pre-school, played to rough I straight grew up, I`m still a bully Used to take your lunch money now I steal your jewelry [Yung Wun] Ha, okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Chorus [Larsiny - Verse Three] Don`t make me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze Make your face melt like pizza cheese You need to leave, `cuz you don`t stand a chance man I get greasy like mechanic hands And y`all niggas all sweet, like candied yams Clear blocks outs, hop out the family van Lookin like a handy man, with tools on the waist Put`choo in the ambulance with two`s in your face You`se a disgrace, you`ve never been hot And I can tell how you talkin you ain`t never been shot Yo, its whatever or not, if you want it, its war You can choose what I`ma use, the pump or the four Then decide where you gon` die, trunk of the floor `Cuz I`ma tell the law I don`t know nothing at all I was just walkin my dog and discovered the ball A lotta niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y`all Chorus [Yung Wun] Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay, okay Chorus | Похожие исполнители:
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