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 #

straight out da south - li rye lyrics

Loading...

[verse]
i got some k!llers who handle business come straight out the south
30,000 spent on vvs’s in my mouth
you drop a diss i drop a bag that sh*t come with a cost
i’m quick to put them k!llers on your ass n*gga i lay down the law
can’t never speak on sh*t you saw
up this b*tch and i’m getting off
ain’t scared to take a risk i’m riding with bl!cks somewhere you never thought
turned up on my own that’s how i made myself the f*cking boss
got rich it’s f*ck all of my own don’t know what the f*ck you n*ggas thought
uh, n*ggas can’t f*ck with me they know that i’m a real stepper
never been scared to shoot my bl!ck know i’ll bust this b*tch wherever
that n*gga mad i f*cked his b*tch that hoe ain’t sh*t you shouldn’t have kept hеr
b*tch i got real money me and you on diffеrent level
i’m in traffic with a switch trying to catch a n*gga lacking
knock off his face closed casket
ain’t paying attention i’ll up and blast it
they know we leave sh*t tragic
brain on the scene it nasty
can’t catch you b*tch step on your daddy
yea yea
uh, i drop a bag i want his head yea
want that n*gga dead dead
b*tch all i see is red red
i been missing red f*cked up inside but i can’t say it
i done made so many n*ggas bled and i can’t count how many*
what
roll down the window and bust
ain’t clutching sh*t for fun
a 100 shots they know it’s us
boom boom roll his ass up
clutching i ain’t got it tucked
slide like i’m in a rush
f*ck n*gga know i can’t be touched
so what is? p*ssy
i threw a switch on back my glock and made this b*tch a fully
play like he gangster but that b*tch know i’m really a bully
if i got your sh*t don’t say i “stole it” cause you know i took it
we the ones outside really taking souls ain’t hard to step on rookie
shoulder strap on the choppa see that b*tch outside and i step on your mama
i ain’t got no feelings i don’t give a f*ck still ain’t dealt with my trauma
still outside with ar’s, dracs’ and smithys for n*ggas claiming it’s drama
we got the city hot that’s why these n*ggas dying all summer
cuz been moving bags we outside dropping bodies
n*gga know what’s going on we ain’t the type to cap about it
lil .38 snoring knows spice sh*t up like a hot tamale
mama ask “what’s wrong” but i was on pills late ain’t want to talk about it
[outro]
(southside made another one)
(this one ride right here ant)

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...