lirik lagu zotiyac – 50 barz
i’m on my bullsh-t again
i take a hoe to the holiday in. (ay) (b-tch!)
next week i’m takin’ her friend
first one by one then we all goin’ in
just bought a firing pin
we makin’ guns we ain’t makin’ no trends
if i hear them sirens again, i scale the sack then i scale the fence. (ay)
you smokin’ on what?
he smokin’ on dust, ay
f-ckin’ sh-t up like a update
feel up the clip like a cupcake
she wanna slide on me ‘fore she can ride on me
i don’t think so i got way too much time on me
she wanna f-ck? then you can f-ck my homie
one two three, and i got the .45 on me
don’t got the watch this a 19 glock
smoke on the kush it go right up my eyes
don’t give no f-ck ’bout no visine drop
my lean drop, tell up “pull up outside!”
keep one around me all times
these n-ggas act like they fight crime
i betcho strap don’t look like mine
but i bet that pistol your lifeline
but i bet your b-tch don’t look like mine
.357 the python
or new carbon fiber the nylon
i up it and make you the icon
ugh, we don’t do talkin’ alot
and (?)
you can get chalked up f-ckin’ with squad
she do the c0ke, f-ck her jaw up a lot. (brr)
hop out blast on a n-gga you asked for it n-gga
it really ain’t nothin’ put cash on a n-gga
if we get too rich we drop bags on them n-ggas
walk in ya trap with a mask on me n-gga
i’m blowin’ some sh-t like its ash on me n-gga
no rolling stones put that mag to a n-gga
and i’ma pray for you right after the trigger
put that on my side n-ggas be b-tch
he won’t come outside he ain’t on sh-t
he wanna talk how he could get hit
yo shawty mouth wide eatin’ bro d-ck
two three like i play wit’ the go
cool breeze with the k out the pole
i’m finna blow n-gga low and behold
n-gga know what i hold boy you betta get low
he don’t want smoke he just wanna joke
talkin’ out yo’ neck this how you gon’ get choked
talkin’ in there because n-ggas is hoes
she throwin’ the neck because n-ggas is crows
gang no build up i’m drillin’ somebody
cus if theres shot fired i’m k!llin’ somebody
i get the bag then pull off with some thottys
i don’t give em presents them b-tches get naughty
n-gga talk tough but not hurtin’ n0body
walked past him in public he must have forgot me
my jacket i’m tuckin’ a lil pocket rocket
he wettin’ his (?) but that don’t surprise me
ugh, say he ain’t p-ssed but he look like it
no my gun is not sandy it hook like it
my n-ggas put faith in a lil bottle
i bring the magazines too i ain’t (?)
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu kaia wilson – heartfelt
- lirik lagu caesar – for my inspiration
- lirik lagu mxlkx – ocubo
- lirik lagu marlon howe – you are not alone
- lirik lagu swans – m/f
- lirik lagu eazy double o – demons
- lirik lagu ether (uk) – wasting time
- lirik lagu kevin kazi – ^_^
- lirik lagu dernière volonté – l’eau froide
- lirik lagu the brother brothers – tugboats