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 #

hoods hottest - j rage lyrics

[verse]
speeding on the m*way in the passy, i’ve got dende
all i know is trap because i’m tryna get this rent paid
break down that pack and make it back up in that said day
phone up my yg, all i say is ‘are you ready?’
green light get you put down on that said day
if i go broke i know that it won’t be my endgame
cause’ i’ll just rob a croppa’, i’ll just rob a shotta’
i won’t go jail unless they snitch to a coppa’
like i know about dem man, in the grave i wanna send man
you don’t know my method, leave the whole place red man
do you wanna bet that i can bet a bag of sand man
any letter, you still dont get it? i’m gonna hang man
gunchester, from the era where it goes bang bang
and i still bang man, left*right, night*night, street fight, knock man out
been grinding my whole life, i know the way it’s gonna plan out
set man are sell out, when they phone me, let it bell out
if she’s on the reds, i tell her give me likkle’ get out
send me to a b*tch, n*gga leave the p*ssy red out
like the bottom of my creps when i step out, not a loub’s ting
i could have my shocks all bl**dy on a mood swing
so don’t let my mood swing
hammers [?] chance is too slim, my yg’s never losing
we don’t keep score, we just keep booting and booting and booting
some of you man only turned bad cause’ you was looting, riots ting
i’ve been bad from way back, 13 and i stayed strapped
once i had it under my pillow, then i laid back
having h*lla’ visions bout’ a maybach
but i’m still running down clowns, from i changed
but my life ain’t the same akh’
now i’m whipping different, where’s the range at?
but you still see me in that blender cause’ the way i operate is not the same fam
you could never change man
been through h*ll and back and i still remain the same man
twin*blade but it’s not the same fan
i said twin*blade but it’s not the same fan
if you don’t get that you’re a fool, i’m not mistaken
most man are fake, like i need to wake n’ bake em’
smoke man, bun man down like a jamaican
you’re a jokeman, i run man down because he’s hating
catch man slipping like a n*gga ice*skating
i see man shaking, i don’t like the chasing
i’m more bout’ moneymaking but don’t get me mistaken
if i ride out, i ride out, i’m staking out
if i see man then i’m gonna take him out
i heard that you got packs fam i take em’ now
break em’ down and then breaking out
some n*ggas out ere’ robbing for half a ounce
i be sticking man up for more than half a pound
clart man up, you warn’ make a sound
[?] got food on you won’t make it round
in fact come let’s him round
grab the belly, let’s see what mans saying now
i want the whole drop, just like when i’m shopping, want the whole shop
fam i spend money, i don’t hold guap, you know that it won’t stop
you’re the type to go and window shop for sh*t you won’t cop
i’m the type to chop out the window

- j rage lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular