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 peysoh & ohgeesy - bringblick

[part i]

[intro]
1mtha1 knocking

[chorus: peysoh]
don’t get in without your bl!ck
strictly top shotters, why you asking ’bout a b~tch?
maybe one or two, she like, ‘they be gettin’ chipped’
why you still postin’, bro, and you ain’t gettin’ back to sh~t?

[verse: peysoh]
16, i blew a quarter and i still ain’t went broke
i could tell you ’bout her shape before i tell you ’bout some dope
i got hustle in my vein, now i sell your mom soap
and they call me a hood trophy, i give ghetto kids hope
i could blow this light twenty on your b~tch, i ain’t average
only hang with k!llers, she ain’t with me ‘less she savage
baby, what you want? matter of fact, she got both
if i’m like, ‘mami, what’s your type’? , she said, ‘anything but broke’
she like prada on her feet, chanel purse and long weaves
if i take her for the weekend, boy, it’s over, she won’t leave
knock her up and double back, we don’t let them boys give up
broke b~tch actin’ boujee, that’s my biggest pet peeve
granny askin’ what my truck for, i’m buildin’ houses
i don’t serve it, if i do, best believe it ain’t no ounces
if i sign this for a ticket, not a couple hundred thousand
so i’ma suck her for the plug, boy, just tell me where that route is
sneaky link, callin’, b~tch, you blowin’ up my program
she know i don’t judge, i be servin’ lindsay lohan
every bad b~tch in my city, i done had
i don’t tell him we into it, he gon’ know it when he grab
i don’t do the typin’, stop tellin’ me we f~ckin’
hit collin, servin’ eddie, they be buyin’ like i fronted
my hippie love to work, i thought he was danny duncan
ain’t feelin’ how you suckin’, b~tch, you need to put your tongue in
water back, flow, told him get it while he can
i don’t push it on reserve, come through ready with your bands
80 on my wrist, throwin’ bullets not no hands
all my hoes be up in paper, i ain’t f~ckin’ on no fans
[chorus: peysoh]
don’t get in without your bl!ck
strictly top shotters, why you askin’ ’bout a b~tch?
maybe one or two, she like to be gettin’ chipped
why you still postin’, bro, and you ain’t gettin’ back to sh~t?

[outro: peysoh]
ayy, man, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
cut the beat, run that sh~t back

[part ii]

[verse: ohgeesy]
otx, gang, gang, gang, i stand on business (yeah)
lil’ bro, he on go, i say the word and he go spend it (spend it)
how much for the p~ssy? what’s the word? i’m finna spend it (tryin’)
tryin’ not to cheat up on my b~tch, but i’m so tempted (oh, my god)
he gon’ shoot the clip until it cl!ck, it come back empty (in— in— in—)
in the club, you gotta hold the bl!ck ’cause i get tempted
if you do it, do it right, don’t catch you no attempted (no attempt~y)
in the trenches with my pen to catch no attention, ayy (no attention, ayy)
in the trenches with my chain on ’cause i ain’t tuckin’ sh~t
got these b~tches showin’ they thongs, they wanna f~ck and sh~t (bro)
i ain’t wanna rap, when i was young, i wanted hundred bricks (bro)
ballin’ way too hard up in the trap, we got a hunnid sticks
everybody wanna rap like me, i got a hunnid kids
n~gga say they trap like me, but don’t know what a onion is (no)
’cause i don’t care ’bout the amenitie’, where the oven is?
fiends lined up like mcdonald’s, they say they lovin’ it
[outro]
d~diego

- lirik lagu peysoh ohgeesy

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI