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 liltae2, 10ta delly & tse e2 - cover blown

[intro]
(that’s rgb)

[verse 1: liltae2]
gotta watch the sh~t you say when you get mad, that’s when them colors show
i cut a cop tryna watch the crib, that mean his cover blown
got h~lla tired, jumped into the bed and put the cover on
my auntie said she finna bake a cake then cut the oven on
if you not talkin’ ’bout no pape’, you need to run along
i came to get the cheese, they said what type and i said provolone
they caught him dumpin’ g’s from a bike, ain’t have his gun around
this sh~t was moving slow, but now it’s jumpin’ like a ho done rung

[verse 2: 10ta delly]
yeah, i got it goin’, let me show you somethin’
i ran it up, i did it off a scale, you n~ggas blowin’ mon’
i see lil’ bro ain’t tryna k!ll, can’t even hold a gun
i’m hangin’ out and bust him with the drac’ until my shoulder numb
uh, uh, he dropped a ten and got his sh~t cracked
oh, you ain’t heard about the splats? push your sh~t back
and what’s~his~name keep kickin’ in my ‘wood, i’m tryna kick back
two hundred grams, i bring ’em on your block and make the b~tch slap

[verse 3: 10ta 23]
b~tch, can’t talk about no drills, i really bust strap
f~ck the opps, they ever catch me lackin’, i’ma bust back
don’t give a f~ck about your motion, i’d sn~tch packs
i’ll slam a n~gga, beat a n~gga ass like this a rough match
b~tch, or kick you out my crib, don’t let the door smack
keep the draco by the bed, that’s by the floormat
send my youngin in your crib, you ain’t have no racks
i shot the switchy at your car, you ain’t have no strap
[verse 4: tse e2]
n~gga, ran to the crib, i feel like bo jack
and quit talkin’ ’bout some money, you got no racks
you throwin’ coochie back, i’m finna hit her p~ssy so fat
i’m finna back f~ck her and switch her to the side, i had to slow tap
he said i’m real aggressive with it
i beat the coochie in the crib, i’m havin’ s~x with dinner
i’m on the west with h~lla g’s, let me knock my spender
you poured a line inside your cup, you is not no sipper
i’ll get some clout and rule the world like i’m adolf hitler
i got into it with my granny ’cause she ate my skittles
gotta put this b~tch under my shirt ’cause this drac’ not little
i’m shootin’ dice, i bet it all that this not gon’ hit it
i put this all up on this eight and i took more chicken

[verse 5: lil9inellw & 10ta lil a]
n~gga, my brother came in with some tints, i’m finna take them b~tches
[?] to swap the wood, i’ll put a drac’ because the k went missin’
i gave my auntie ass a tee, she said it’s finger l!ckin’
and you could catch me in the spot beatin’ the ‘rex, i’m always in the kitchen
my n~gga popped your brother up, he still ain’t stand on business
applyin’ through the load, could call me randy moss the way i catch them b~tches
i stay up in the trap, ain’t worried ’bout the cat ’cause i ain’t pressed for b~tches
[?] got some drop, acetone it up, that’s how you press them b~tches (i said)

[verse 6: 10ta lil a]
i ran it up just off of rappin’ (huh), i made triple digits
like why the f~ck y’all fakin’ for the ‘gram when we know y’all b~tches? (huh, i said)
i’m finna swing the mini drac’ just when this sh~t get vicious
before you take a chain around my neck, know i’ma up and fl!ck it
hold on, bring that back in
on the block with all the trap n~ggas who i learned it from (i said)
i’m high as h~ll off dead n~ggas (yeah), it’s that bubblegum
b~tch, where the f~ck your money at, you lil’ f~ckin’ bum?
runnin’ ’round like f~ck a vector clip, put fifty in a drum
n~gga, i heard you was a b~tch and let him take your gun (huh, i said)
it only took like five souls to make a honeybun (i said)
and i’ve been somewhere out the way, i’m on a money hunt
‘d box a n~gga tryna take my j, i am not no flunk
[verse 7: tse vic]
out on bond, first day hit the plug, it was time to dump
a hundred ‘bows came in on a trunk, they gone in a month
amiri jeans tight, louis jeans and my pockets stuffed
this n~gga tried to show a fifty ball, i said that ain’t enough (come on, b~tch)
heard your trap slower than a f~ck, my sh~t captain crunch
i got elected the forty~fifth run like i’m donald trump
i need my money for these f~ckin’ pounds, i can’t show no love
i took a risk to bring this sh~t back and i ain’t catch no [?] (come on, b~tch)
fresh up off the plane, hit the trap, now it’s time to flood, huh
i heard your b~tch left, you ain’t got no mon
i had to cut some n~ggas off and they ain’t hold no grudge
these n~ggas broker than a f~ck and won’t bust they gun

- lirik lagu liltae2 10ta delly tse e2

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI