Текст песни
Red beam, call that neon. Flip the script, watch 'em rerun. You mad I got heat on. Shit, you can get your freeze on. Damn, that'll make me feel invincible. Trap, turn this bitch up. Emotional ass niggas, man. All these niggas, want-Trapaholics, Real trap shit It's a murder scene, I guess he shouldn't have popped out. Breath fog, I bet these bullets hot now. Feds watching, man, they tryna touch down. These niggas bitches, watch how they get gunned Down. I swear I'm tired of these peons. I guess they used to running reruns. You mad, just go breathe on. Shit, just don't take personal. Damn, son, where'd you find this? Red beam, call that neon. Flip the script, watch 'em rerun. You mad I got heat on. Shit, you can get your freeze on. Real trap shit Fast, fast workers, you get me Crumbs. SD man Boss made, damn, I got my feet up. Truth told, I been out to meetings. Paper routes, I'm still gon' find my way home. G Glock 17, boy you won't see long. G Sales made, I know that they gon' see Those. Dead presidents, but I'm they hero. Try to play me, send 'em like torpedoes. It's a murder scene, I guess he shouldn't have Popped out. Breath fog, I bet these bullets hot now. Feds watching, man, they tryna touch down. These niggas bitches, watch how they get gunned Down. I swear I'm tired of these peons. I guess they used to running reruns. You mad, just go breathe on. Shit, just don't take it personal. Thinking back, foolish shit. Stop it, I'm just getting to it. Thinking 'bout the next nigga move, that's why you Losing it. Got guap in the stash, That's the past, yeah, I was fooling it. Choices, what you choosing then? A shame, boy, you roof a sin. M-money to be made, I got my cleats On. Power stroke, she feel me all beneath her. A lot of niggas talk, they come with reruns. Tight ship, I hope you brought your Leon. Mister knock it off, I knock you off, hope Ain't no reason. A lot of dead bodies down where he on. Paper soldier, get your ass drew on. Don't take this personal, might find your reasons. It's a murder scene, I guess he shouldn't have Popped out. Ayy Breath fog, I bet these bullets hot now. Feds watching, man, they tryna touch down. These niggas bitches, watch how they get gunned Down. Gunned down Ayy, I swear I'm tired of These peons. I guess they used to running reruns. Reruns Ayy, you mad, just go breathe on. Go breathe on Ayy, shit, just don't take it Personal. Don't take it personal
SD — Don't Take It Personal
«Don't Take It Personal» — SD. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:21. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
