lirik lagu die with regret - glokk40spaz
[intro]
yah
talm’ ‘bout glocks, you ain’t talm’ ‘bout nothing
hah
[chorus]
live and play ‘bout it, gon’ die by the gun
and i trap out the ten, and i done made me a ton
and it’s long packs on me, but she grab on the john
i just got out of prison, she wan’ hang with a con
and it’s stack on my plate, i go filet mignon
yeah, i’m black, but go kamikaze, that’s the bomb
just got back to the fitted, lil’ demon my arm
yeah, it’s time to suit up, but ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no prom
i put on the marni, this glock, this b~tch hang out my joggers
do you got a problem? i popped out, black balenciaga
yeah, i got them shooters, they thought about robbin’
flame in my car, but got fye’ in my locker
you get you some rank, you gon’ be the next shotta
you plead to a copper, but i guess thе scriptures for doctors
all over the world, but i stop in thе projects
[verse]
you tinder as f~ck, you hold b~tches for hostage, i’m picking they pockets
they stealing they flows, but i’m not finna copy
i’m nauseous, i’m tryna knock ‘em out just like rocky
they flodgin’, them n~ggas don’t got nothing from rykers
i’m pacing, but i know he got shot, ob type it
it was family and everything, now you sorry ‘bout them racks
it was stole, how the f~ck this b~tch came with hydraulics
[break]
hah, you know what i’m sayin?
bandgang (bandgang)
[verse 2]
don’t trust him, you know this 141 bpm
gf, i’m not finna slide without evil twin
chocolate b~tch, this the thick hoe with that melanin
thotted, don’t cap, hoe i knew you wasn’t celibate
teachin’ them boys how to score like ben belluci
them ain’t no racks for real, yo’ pictures edited
throw back the pill, now my mind playing tricks
f~ck her then get the lil’ b~tch, have a quick
bust on her face, and it got on her lip
my life a movie, but i don’t write down no scripts
we the wave, these hoes keep f~cking with the shrimps
get you out the outfit and call you, might
pinch
n~gga know dada don’t take disrespect
come for yo’ neck, n~gga, play with yo’ b~tch
i’m in the lab, but im playin’ with the tekken
yo diamonds so fake, n~gga, don’t let them get wet
i’m spazzin’ out, n~gga, like i got torrets
when i’m battin’ sh~t out the park just like the mets
you live in my shadow, now die with regrets
and i’ll throw that sh~t down, don’t care who bang the set
im standing on money, go beef on the ‘net to describe my face, you the one pointed out the sketch
it go where i go, i got leesh on the pet
i’m baby life spaz, i don’t do nothing but finesse
trackhawk fast, but ain’t nothing like the jet
i die alone, n~gga, i put the tat on my chest
okay, you still hang with them n~ggas out west
we eyin’ that drill, we can’t wait for the flex
we bet on the shooters, you know this a bet
we aim for the top, who gon take off the vest?
[chorus]
live and play ‘bout it, gon’ die by the gun
and i trap out the ten, and i done made me a ton
and it’s long packs on me, but she grab on the john
i just got out of prison, she wan’ hang with a con
and it’s stack on my plate, i go filet mignon
yeah, i’m black, but go kamikaze, that’s the bomb
just got back to the fitted, lil’ demon my arm
yeah, it’s time to suit up, but ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no prom
i put on the marni, this glock, this b~tch hang out my joggers
do you got a problem? i popped out, black balenciaga
yeah, i got them shooters, they thought about robbin’
flame in my car, but got fye’ in my locker
you get you some rank, you gon’ be the next shotta
you plead to a copper, but i guess the scriptures for doctors
all over the world, but i stop in the projects
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu chrome hearts - naxowo
- lirik lagu balik-tanaw (demo) - iyan (phl)
- lirik lagu tree six foive - cmat
- lirik lagu sorry* - mambolosco
- lirik lagu jestem pewien - defekt muzgó
- lirik lagu мотыльки (moths) - громыка (gromyka)
- lirik lagu the disquieting muses - sylvia plath - introduction
- lirik lagu pale masquerade - hooded menace
- lirik lagu je m’accroche - mbilia bel
- lirik lagu jungle - funkscape