lirik lagu yung mal - cold turkey 2
[intro]
(guddah tay on every beat, n~gga)
[verse 1]
these n~ggas ain’t real as you think, they wanna go big, but they can’t
yeah, smell like a pound when i walk in the bank
free all my n~ggas locked up with a shank
big dog, n~gga, h~ll yeah, i got rank
want a drink, lil’ n~gga, h~ll yeah, we got a pints
truck sound like a plane when that motherf~cker crank
the b~tch gon’ f~ck, so i made the ho wink
[chorus]
i got a ring on every finger, n~gga, i feel like the lord of the rings
my b~tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
‘fore i made it with this rap sh~t, i was posted up, n~gga, servin’ fiends
turned the studio into a booty club, i rap while she shake ass for me
[verse 2]
i ain’t had no sleeve, i been grindin’ for weeks
come shop with us, n~gga, we got it for cheap
rap n~ggas still tryna run with the swag, you know this drip, they got it from me
swervin’ this benz, it’s waggin’ the g, i’m talkin’ ’bout barbie, the front got a b
can’t walk in the show ’til they pay me the fee
bet i walked on this b~tch if i got on the beat
and the beat, boy, came from gutta
fresh as f~ck, but i came out the gutter
one thing i can’t do is switch on my brother
f~ck these n~ggas, i been chasin’ money
my daddy always told me keep it a hundred
pay the plug right back if his ass got fronted
feds all of my d~ck, i’m the hood most wanted
and i’m not with that sucker sh~t, i don’t condone it
her p~ssy so good, i f~ck in the morning
way the b~tch talk, she be makin’ me h~rny
glock on my hip while a n~gga performin’
if it ain’t ’bout the money, it’s lame and borin’
bought a new house, but this sh~t four~stories
mama said, “n~gga, no nuts, no glory”
baby said she wanna suck and record it
i’m a 1.5 n~gga, but i come from new orleans
n~ggas be hatin’, boy, that sh~t be like poison
promoters can’t book me, they cannot afford me
n~ggas don’t like me, they keep that sh~t cordial
pay cash for this house, i ain’t got no mortgage
i got three phones, i can’t run out of storage
got bands on me, make her p~ssy get moist
i’m a player for real, so i don’t gotta force it
racks stuffed in my jeans, sh~t look like norbit
pull up in bentley, ferrari, and porsches
went got a check like a nike endors~m~nt
and i been k!llin’ the game like abortion
had to get rich, they ain’t leavin’ no choices
i’m in my bag, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout groceries
when i jump out that b~tch, n~gga, everybody notice it
chopper on me, get to singin’ like jodeci
never gon’ fold, i ain’t never had ho in me
[chorus]
i got a ring on every finger, n~gga, i feel like the lord of the rings
my b~tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
‘fore i made it with this rap sh~t, i was posted up, n~gga, servin’ fiends
turned the studio into a booty club, i rap while she shake ass for me
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu trolleycat - 36m
- lirik lagu اي جي تروث - qubtan - قبطان - aj truth
- lirik lagu so marv3l - reason to smile
- lirik lagu recho rey - who is she
- lirik lagu richard strauss - hochzeitlich lied
- lirik lagu kylie minogue - dreams (live in sydney)
- lirik lagu lutumba simaro - faute ya commerçant
- lirik lagu dangermuffin - we push mountains
- lirik lagu usher - superstar (orchestral mix)
- lirik lagu cole waldrep - bruise