a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

528-cash - koopsta knicca lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1: koopsta knicca]
could’ve been friend turning me in, snitching in ’bout that dope
or my n*gga right next door ’cause i had f*cked upon his hoe
tore to the wall, tore to the paint, for this year, mane, i can think
dro smoking motherf*ckers in the tenn, mane, i got rank
could’ve been shirt with that shirt, constantly gripping on my dirk
swerved, don’t hit the curb, dip it in first to barbed wire fence
could’ve been that b*tch kinda sprung, n*ggas call her “limps and lungs”
could’ve been debby, could’ve been gwen, could’ve been sharon, them my aunts
won’t y’all come on in? won’t y’all help me find these snitches?
these thuggish b*tches, clubbing b*tches, chubby b*tches
that be them ugly b*tches, ugly b*tches, ugly b*tches

[chorus]
who that went and called 528*cash on me?
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
could this be true? this sh*t ain’t true
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
[verse 2: la chat]
(ye ain’t know)
hoes, these n*ggas just k!ll me
snitching on a n*gga, turn state in a heartbeat
i’ll do the time when i’m cut going right back
’cause it’s just a fact, real b*tches don’t dig that
lil chat, mane, i’ma let you know the business
when i do my crime i’ma buck upon the witness
that’s the price you pay when you f*cking off with this
get your ass hit where they have to use forensics
f*ck these n*ggas, i don’t f*ck with these b*tches
motherf*ckers f*cked up, pulling moves just to get it
n*ggas taking plenty chances, getting ready for the summer
it’s a hard ass game, i don’t trust my own momma
these hoes ain’t real, catch a charge, cop a deal
that’s the same hoe sh*t that’ll get your ass k!lled
n*gga caught with them birds, got parole, he’s a lie
stay away from these n*ggas ’cause these n*ggas be wired, b*tch

[chorus]
who that went and called 528*cash on me?
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
could this be true? this sh*t ain’t true
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
[verse 3: koopsta knicca]
could’ve been davy, kind of gravy, some folks think that he is crazy
but he’s dealing with the greatest, pay you later, n*gga, maybe
could’ve been edna, could’ve been tasha, could’ve been ricky or carlos
or that hoe that’s on that blow that comes along when rocking shows
check your friends, check your lady, that lil’ kid ain’t your baby
or that hoe that i ran crazy, now she went and filed a statement
pay the boss, pay the master, looking n*gga looking after
koopsta cl!cking with that ana, mane, i [—] all you rappers
f*ck a charge, f*ck a hearing, i ain’t fearing, i ain’t lying
mane, no traiting with my rhymes, incarcerated 29 times

[chorus]
who that went and called 528*cash on me?
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
could this be true? this sh*t ain’t true
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
who that went and called 528*cash on me?
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?
could this be true? this sh*t ain’t true
tell me, what must a n*gga to do?
oh, what makes you wanna turn me in?

- koopsta knicca lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular