lirik lagu rasta – sterl gotti
rasta lyrics
[intro]
pooh, you a fool for this one
why they tryna ride my wave [?]
i keep [?] just like j.lo [?]
[chorus]
she think i’m just rushin’ to f*ck her, ’cause i’m the man
i’m just tryna rush it to f*ck her to f*ck her friends
but anyway, she prolly gonna come back again
and i got cameras [?]
we got sticks up in here, too, we ain’t lackin’ again
i pop up with a n*gga boo then we back to the crib (back to the crib)
lil’ ‘exy in the front with the lid (uh*huh)
[?] in the back with the dreads (rasta)
[verse 1]
i gave my soul to the street (my soul,) i put my soul on this beat (my soul)
i hit the road for the cheese
i lost my bro to the streets
i need a [?] for some sleep, never put hoes over cheese
my n*gga slang on the westside
i made a name on the westside
we run up some change on the westside
i hit his mane on the westside
if it’s ever any problem, bro, pull up, let some shots go
we’ll light this b*tch up, and it’ll sound like july 4th
i can’t let one of these n*ggas try to come and take my soul
(you think you special?) they only wanna hit, ’cause you my ho
[chorus]
she think i’m just rushin’ to f*ck her, ’cause i’m the man
i’m just tryna rush it to f*ck her to f*ck her friends
but anyway, she prolly gonna come back again
and i got cameras [?]
we got sticks up in here, too, we ain’t lackin’ again
i pop up with a n*gga boo then we back to the crib (back to the crib)
lil’ ‘exy in the front with the lid (uh*huh)
[?] in the back with the dreads (rasta)
[verse 2]
four*five*six, [?] bank on that, b*tch n*gga (that b*tch)
that’s my homie, i go and hit a l!ck wit’ him
i’m the type of n*gga, caught a friend in a dismissal
i’m the type of n*gga, caught my man then a hit n*gga
i mean, i’m the type of n*gga, call my mans up to get chicken
you the type of n*gga, call your mans up to hit b*tches
you the type of n*gga that get jammed up: chicken little
you the type of n*gga, move the bag, but be in the middle
only time i need a b*tch is to get a rental
every time you hit that road, keep it confidential
e’ry time a n*gga switch, i just keep my distance
now when ma’f*ckers dip, i don’t even miss ’em
[chorus]
she think i’m just rushin’ to f*ck her, ’cause i’m the man
i’m just tryna rush it to f*ck her to f*ck her friends
but anyway, she prolly gonna come back again
and i got cameras [?]
we got sticks up in here, too, we ain’t lackin’ again
i pop up with a n*gga boo then we back to the crib (back to the crib)
lil’ ‘exy in the front with the lid (uh*huh)
[?] in the back with the dreads (rasta)
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