lirikcinta.com
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 #

lirik lagu taliban – nle choppa

Loading...

[chorus]
ayy, my brodie got a l!ck
he say he tryna bring back forty back
forty packs and forty racks
.40 cal and a mac
box him up, apple jacks
ratatat, tat his ass
in the scat, caught him lackin’
when i’m crackin’, time’s [?]

[verse 1]
i say “we ain’t come here for nothin’ n*gga, we want it all”
jewelry on you know that i’m stuntin’ n*gga, we love the [?]
never duckin’ opps, if i’m inside, i’m duckin’ federals
stop takin’ percocets cause i don’t wanna slip and fall off
ay, pop him, drop him, i got ’bout twenty on god
ay, spot him, watch him, look from [?]
ain’t no trustin’ us we bustin’ stuff like we play for the warriors
what you is n*gga? what you bangin’? you say you did, then throw it up
suck the gang she throwin’ up, now she sayin’ she don’t know us
new hoes comin’ through, we goin’ up n*gga, f*ck her
drugged up, my face mugged up, hе say i’m tough tough
move them k!llers, wе don’t say sh*t, we let them guns bust
even though i had talent, i was still out committing robberies
my past keep on following me, you know i acknowledge greed
good deed, bad deed, we gon’ do that sh*t and we ain’t need
bad b*tch with both legs for me, i think she cherokee
i be comin’, we taliban drugs
paraphernalia and contrabands
they say they can smell us [?]
better treat me like i’m someone in this b*tch, but we standin’ [?]
ayy, ayy, ayy, first n*gga play he gon’ lay, ay, ay
did some [?] ay, babe, babe, babe
[?] that’s my taste, i ain’t tryna [?]
left a nut up on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake
fast sip slow smokin’ dope, lean out the bottle
f*ckin’ on a model, i dm’d her i ain’t have to follow
never trust a hoe i put my faith into these f*ckin’ hollows
[?] barrel to the face, blow his brains out
we out of bounds, i had to file him [?]
the crowd goin’ wild
this man on the block [?]
go round to round, pound for pound, he can’t last clown
you must’ve heard about that last n*gga we [?]
[chorus]
ayy, my brodie got a l!ck
he say he tryna bring back forty back
forty packs and forty racks
.40 cal and a mac
box him up, apple jacks
ratatat, tat his ass
in the scat, caught him lackin’
when i’m crackin’, time’s [?]

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...

Loading...