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 vlive quis - italian ice

[intro: nuk]
(beat hard as h~ll, what up, primo?)
(primo beats on the track)
you know we live with it
on five five

[chorus: nuk]
two hundred bands, i stayed on that road until i got it right
i’m in here with twenty ‘bows of meth, look like italian ice
them .556s gon’ touch his head, he better call on christ
i’m in here with all this d~mn tan, we callin’ that off~white
i’m so trapped out, boy, i be down there for weeks
my fiends helped me open spot, now we live just quis
my baby say he want a bag, just hit me with a b
i got all my hoes that’s in the ‘lex, meet me out crete

[verse: nuk]
i made fifteen bands quick, when i ran out right that way
my lil’ n~ggas buy they sticks and they gon’ go live just like tay
i fishtailed the scat, make it hit the curb (yoom)
boy, i shoot the liv like i’m from sixty~third
i stack chips just like it’s frito~lay
i play with the beans, but treat the dog just like a relay race
i’m that n~gga that’s gon’ save the hood, but i don’t need no cape
i be with my silverback gorillas, we don’t need no cage, sss
i move the bag like i was two people
i be with my apes so much, they thinkin’ i’m a zookeeper (i ain’t no zookeeper)
better know i’m gettin’ my boogie if they tell me freeze
better know i’m booki~booki~bookin’, i see dpd
boy, don’t be the one to tell the truth, it ain’t gon’ set you free
know i’m bomin’ if you come for mine
with my miss, i got my kitchen hotter than the summertime
you call it a hit, but my boys callin’ it another job
they talkin’ to me ’bout my code name, they call me “number five”
i don’t even want your p~ssy, b~tch, just give me more time
i get them basketb~lls kenny goin’, i’m like war am i
my fiends hittin’ me right before 6 because they wanna shop
treat my opps like mario barrios ’cause they wanna box (get him boxed up)
when i say “the box”, not the one with hands
the one they measure limp, then boxin’ up your head
we really ate him, now he chewie now
boy, we put our opps in all the packs, my n~ggas stewie guy
my b~tches know that we gon’ get it brackin’ like i’m hewey now
my opps ain’t even really tryna score, they shootin’ bricks and sh~t
i ran off with a hundred, i’m like quis, you gotta get this sh~t
them n~ggas gon’ want some blood, it’s all over the hoes
remember rappin’ on the block, now i be all over the globe
i just got another laugh this year
you say you gon’ k!ll me, boy, don’t put that in the atmosphere
my grams be bustin’ out the baggie
so what i look like sittin’ down and bustin’ down the cali?
i got pack sauce, i be on that cut so much, they thinkin’ i’m gon’ catwalk
i’m so trapped out, get irritated by that rap talk
i don’t take no trips, just only takin’ valid flights
if i ain’t out there with the dog, i’m out there with italian ice
[chorus: nuk]
two hundred bands, i stayed on that road until i got it right
i’m in here with twenty ‘bows of meth, look like italian ice
them .556s gon’ touch his head, he better call on christ
i’m in here with all this d~mn tan, we callin’ that off~white (beat hard as h~ll, what up, primo?)
i’m so trapped out, boy, i be down there for weeks
my fiends helped me open spot, now we live just quis (primo beats on the track)
my baby say he want a bag, just hit me with a b
i got all my hoes that’s in the ‘lex, meet me out crete (meet me out crete)

- lirik lagu vlive quis

Lirik lagu lainnya:

LIRIK YANG LAGI HITS MINGGU INI