Текст песни
Yeah. We do this shit. Uh. Live from the gutter, but I ain't gutter no More. They don't even want us on that type of Shit. Ask about us, though. Yeah. Uh, we get on that. Get money money now. Yeah. Slide them doors back, it's if we finally found That pussy nigga. Pussy boy. All Madden, I ain't never been no rookie nigga. Check the history, back when I was textbookin' Niggas. Stuntin' on them hoes, back when they was Overlookin' niggas. Rose gold Presi' on my wrist, Not the thirty-six. Runnin' up my bag, money dance, Think I'm Money Mitch. Swervin', servin' my fans, They love this free crack. Curvin', I had to dismiss her, I bet she Be back. Yeah. Baby, chill, you ain't ready for this gangster shit. This lifestyle. Already thuggin', I don't even want No gangster bitch. Alright then. I'd rather be all by myself when I take This risk. Yeah. You got them pretty lips, but I bet they Snitch. Uh. This shit different, they ain't ready For this lifestyle. This lifestyle. Man, how much I gotta spend for you to Pipe down? Yeah. Been that nigga, still that nigga, As of right now. Yeah. And my name good, you better keep that shit Up out your mouth, nigga. Yeah, Uh. Uh. Bitch-ass nigga. You know what's up with us, ain't for nothing. Yeah, uh, yeah. Slide them doors back, it's if we finally found That pussy nigga. Pussy boy. All Madden, I ain't never been no rookie nigga. Check the history, back when I was textbookin' Niggas. Stuntin' on them hoes, back when they was Overlookin' niggas. Yeah, I guess I got a habit I can't fix. I been hell-catchin' demons, Switchin' gears and doin' tricks. Yeah. I keep that thing on me, that shit Stamped, I ain't no lick. Paid the way for gang, I'm just a boss, That's just my gift. I gave 'em loyalty, I guess it wasn't the same though. But I don't worry 'bout 'em, 'cause the chain Still hittin' rainbow. Money, I think it's the money That made you change, 'cause ain't it funny? You came off as solid when we was broke And we was bummy. Yeah, Uh. But I guess it's all perception. I'm speakin' the real, don't give a fuck who Don't accept it. In Beverly Hills, I'm blowin' bills, really stressin'. Yeah, not me. Prada bucket hat, I know my gang proud of Me. Don't know if they gon' switch, but I Know who solid with me. I know what's inside of me. Young Pace, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Uh, Yeah, Yeah, uh. I'ma slide them doors back, it's if we finally Found that... yeah. All Madden, I ain't never been no... Yeah, uh. Back when we textbookin' niggas, uh. Back when they was overlookin' Young Pace, Nigga.
AFN Peso — Overkill
«Overkill» — AFN Peso. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:50. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
