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Aye, I just dropped a four up on the Freeway, I'm finna gas up. He wanna hang with me, but he ain't never Got that bag, blood. It's always them goofy-looking Niggas wanna act tough. I fired twenty out this fully, made him back Up. We just left the scene, ran from the Johnnies, they called back up. You step a foot up in my bar, you Better be strapped up. Next all we see is Homicide to the neck up. You know how many niggas got that pole and They ain't bust? I ain't gon' do him all In public, I'ma creep up. Them niggas scary, when we come, them niggas be Up. I ain't gon' do him all in public, I'ma creep up. Aye, Them niggas scary, when come, They be up. Aye, thinking I'm a rapper. Baby, I'm a trapper. I got bitches selling ass, I got hookers, I got dancers. Bitch say she twins and I tell her it Don't matter. I be at the nigga's bitch, I'ma Let him know I'm madder. We got spots still Jumping, plays still running. I only love the lean and my little sister Pumpkin. I got cases, I'ma take 'em off to Trial, this shit ain't nothing. Still bending Corners tryna find my little cousin. Aye, I just dropped a four up on the Freeway, I'm finna gas up. He wanna hang with me, but he ain't never Got that bag, blood. It's always them goofy-looking Niggas wanna act tough. I fired twenty out this fully, made him back Up. I just dropped four up on the freeway, I'm finna gas up. He wanna hang with me, But he ain't never got that bag, blood. It's always them goofy-looking niggas wanna act Tough. I fired twenty out this fully, made him Back up. Ain't hopping out, just bare face, I Be masked up. You know what happened to your Boy, yeah, he got tagged up. All these shots up out this chop, I got Him throwing white flags up. Little shiffer play player all day, but I ain't Laugh none. You ask me, bitch, I smashed thumbs. If I catch him on the street, yeah, I'm Gon' back up. Nigga see me reaching down and Shit, my strap tucked. Little niggas talking hard And shit, he act up. Niggas never slid through, they just act tough. Bad bitch, she just wanna fuck, let's run that Bag up. I got bad habits, blew these bands, I need to man up. Hard dick up in This cup, it's kinda hard for me to stand Up. Some niggas took that trip and they ain't Make it back. Body cases back to back. Walk the main line, keep it active when you Hit them racks. Asking for my time, she can Get it when she bring me racks. Your bitch on my line asking, "Top, when you Coming back?" I'ma bring that pussy back, tear that Ass up. Probably ate the dick and swallowed all My kids and spit it back up. Like, "Bitch, that ain't my baby," I don't know When we last fucked. I ain't got no L's, B12 for the brass cup. I get my makeup, smoke a bag, and give A hundred to a bum. They like, "Bum, go Retarded." Bitch, I go dumb. Niggas with the ah, nigga need a new lung. Baby mama tripping, I'ma buy a new son. I just dropped a four up on the freeway, I'm finna gas up. He wanna hang with me, But he ain't never got that bag, blood. It's always them goofy-looking niggas wanna act Tough. fired twenty out this fully, made him back Up. I just dropped a four up on the Freeway, I'm finna gas up. He wanna hang with me, but he ain't never Got that bag, blood. It's always them goofy-looking Niggas wanna act tough. I fired twenty out this fully, made him back Up.
Big Sad 1900, Baby Stone Gorillas — Strapped Up
«Strapped Up» — Big Sad 1900, Baby Stone Gorillas. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:47. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
