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Richie, this one's called... Hey, you made this for real? I heard niggas bumpin' they guns but I don't See nothin' Niggas hidin' behind them poles but they Don't fear nothin' J side, we known to slide, Let them feel somethin' Y'all in the field goin' Live, we in the field huntin' We in the field huntin' We in the field huntin' Y'all in the field Goin' live, we in the field huntin' Y'all in The field goin' live, we in the field huntin' Big bag, a hundred thousand hundreds, what's that, Some M's or somethin'? They lookin' hard but they Can't be because my windows tinted Anything I'm in Got a stash or the stick go in it I'm watchin' everything around me, can't shit go Missin' I'm watchin' everything around me, can't Shit go missin' Technology and infos even brain dead He was quick to mention then I shot him In that same head That nigga gone, it ain't No talkin' if he can't talk He paralyzed, It ain't no steppin' 'cause he can't walk We Broke his shit before he fell, that's why he Can't talk That's me and Gang JR, yeah, we Finna take a face off Put up on G's And the SB, we beat him down, that's extra Jank sauce Back to the lab, I need RPs Before this Draco Don't take the top up off The bottle, I just shook it, it's gon' take Off Oppositions know we breakin' backs, I tell 'em Play boy Watch a young nigga send fifty out His back, it was a race off I heard Niggas bumpin' they guns but I don't see nothin' Niggas hidin' behind them poles but they don't fear Nothin' J side, we known to slide, let them Feel somethin' Y'all in the field goin' live, We in the field huntin' We in the field huntin' We in the field huntin' Y'all in the field Goin' live, we in the field huntin' Y'all in The field goin' live, we in the field huntin' Baka-baka, hit him in his top, we call that Head bang Bro, you got your strap? I looked at him like, "What you think?" Can't go nowhere without her, keep it on me, That's on everything Smoked this mint leaf, it taste Like Keef but it's not from Destho Uh with The uh with the ugh, but I face the Rest though Like, bitch, I was stuck it with My throat It was not at Petco Price on My blick when I bust it echo They left Me in the back, Safra in the Fresno Slidin' Big bodies in the foreign with the windows tinted Fire baby stones if we jake, you gon' end Up missin' Them your brothers, yeah, they snakes, I Hear the hissin' How the fuck he miss them Shots? He shoot from a distance I need my Pockets filled with them knots I'm with the bitch That you want, but the difference is I got We can even change spots but she gon' still Give up the guap Got precision with the Glock, You could try it, but you not, nigga I Heard niggas bumpin' they guns but I don't see Nothin' Niggas hidin' behind them poles but they Don't fear nothin' J side, we known to slide, Let them feel somethin' Y'all in the field goin' Live, we in the field huntin' We in the field huntin' We in the field huntin' Y'all in the field Goin' live, we in the field huntin' Y'all in The field goin' live, we in the field huntin'
Baby Stone Gorillas — In the Field Huntin
«In the Field Huntin» — 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.
