lirik lagu los and nutty – sorry 4 the wait
[intro: los]
yeah
if this rap sh~t don’t work, know we still gon’ get rich
n~gga, yeah
yeah, yeah, n~gga, yeah
p~ssy~ass n~ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em
[verse 1: los]
if this rap sh~t don’t work, just know we still was gon’ get rich
daisy hot, we burnt it out, made they ass drive to flint
take a chunk out, los, had a talk with myself
how you learn to sell dope? yeah, i taught myself
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i can middleman a brick or sell it myself
don’t need n0body in the whip, i won’t tell on myself
he tryna short me two zips when he scale it myself
i took an extra nine~piece, i’m scared of myself
[verse 3: rmc mike]
they say the dog barkin’ hard, this sh~t strong as h~ll
i got a play for five hundred, los, let me hold the scale
nutty pulled up with a pint, f~ck it, bro, pour a twelve
package touched down by six, i had it gone by twelve
[verse 4: wb nutty]
i’ll take a bullsh~t setup and i’ll squeeze some thousands out it
i came up shortstoppin’, mcdonalds, coney island
trailer park, hotel, tennessee, in the mountains
n~gga, all the pills fake, i’m pullin’ off before they count it, n~gga
[verse 5: los]
we ain’t sellin’ n~ggas sh~t, yeah, we got it all
yeah, the rap money cool, but it ain’t like the dog
pittsburgh for ninety~eight, a hundred thou’, then switch states
fifty~thousand for a mixtape
p~ssy~ass n~ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em
[verse 6: rmc mike]
head pulled up with some blues and spent a thousand dollars
i put my extra tax on it when i’m out by the mountains
thirty bands in all dubs, it’s kinda hard to count it
the plug still showin’ love, i told him large amount me
gave unc’ a free gram, didn’t even charge him for it
b~tch, i’m sellin’ bulldogs when i touch down in georgia
yeah, we lucked up, made a hit just f~ck around recordin’
bro ran out of techy, i got six lines of morton
[verse 7: wb nutty]
boy, i done lived with snorters
i don’t do court~appointeds (at all)
whole sack gone by the morning
what, you ain’t know i’m hands~on?
boy, i get tan gone, you need to put your mans on
hit him with a half or somethin’
that’s why them hoes laughin’ at you
[verse 8: rio da yung og]
i’m hot as h~ll, ridin’ with a credit card embosser
a brick press, two ars, and a pound in quarters
i could’ve served you right here, but meet me ’round the corner
mixin’ 5.56s with .223s, that plr distorted
i hit the dope twice ‘fore he bought it and still tried to tax him
i been cookin’ dope all day, that’s why my hands ashy
twenty racks bulgin’ out my pants, i ain’t tryna flash ’em
shot a n~gga walkin’ out of saks, he got popped in fashion
[outro: los]
n~gga
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu majo aguilar – para no verte más
- lirik lagu natedady – summer of george [unreleased]
- lirik lagu epilog. (be) – our fight
- lirik lagu joidi, highswag – cold winter
- lirik lagu sanchz – las drogas las shorties
- lirik lagu guhstrong – safada marrenta
- lirik lagu monsieur nov – ma femme
- lirik lagu jimin & j.don – god
- lirik lagu atul gupta – rehnuma
- lirik lagu miroslav chrobak – wieder zu staub