Текст песни
When a bitch tell you she gonna give you Some money, you tell her, "How much?" When a bitch say she gonna fuck you, you Say, "How much?" When the homies is talkin' about They loyal, you need to say, "How much, nigga?" Yeah, I'ma ho your bitch, I'ma ho your mama Out, nigga. Then I'ma knock out your daddy, nigga. And when your daddy have a kid, I'ma knock Him out too. Understand I wanna leave the game, Ho, I swear I do. But what's a P To do? One and two and two. See, they came with a fee and a penthouse Suite. Little renegade bitch wanna fuck with me. She don't even post ads, niggas think that's brazy. But I don't give a fuck 'cause that bitch Still pay me. Yeah. I'm a rap nigga now, But I came from the street. Yeah. Notorious about the gang, talkin' WSP. 4G. Down and around, found her ass in the Town. Bitch, you got folks, serving papers right Now. Shooters out of pocket and lookin' to too. I was out of town campaignin' with deuce. Now I'm back in the V where the money Is at. If I'm headin' out of state, I'll Be comin' right back. Put her in a hotel, I don't play the track. Nah, play. Got a in-call spot, every night it's A wrap. Pow, wow. Hey, Worthy, let these niggas know, man, we been Sauced, we been dripped up and draped out, man. We been done hit that fig. We been done went that Adams route, you know What I'm sayin'? Niggas done been up and down Bentro, Piru Street. Man, these niggas ain't knowin', Worthy, man, you... Hey, hey, hey, man. Biggie Ball. Birdies that don't chirp. You niggas flippin' birdies that don't chirp. My cocaine whiter than a pro club T-shirt, T-shirt. My cocaine whiter than a pro club T, Pro club T. My cocaine whiter than a pro Club T-shirt, T-shirt. You niggas ho with bitches that won't work. Ten toes full of snow, watch me sit her On that curb, sit Mixin' up dope, We was baggin' up zips. Dust the heroin off my digi, we got powder To flip, powder to flip. And my plug on The berry, what's the time in this shit? Time in this shit. week, new shipment, put me Down for a brick. We was sellin' all smalls, Bring 36 down. Ho had the whole block juggin', then I took It out of town, it They'll pay damn near Double just to cross to other side. Got my own TP, state border, we slide, I ain't trippin' off a stash in my ride, In my ride. Got a driver paid off on The side, on the side. Like in dope BMX, nigga, drive, Nigga, drive. Like in dope BMX, Nigga, drive, nigga, drive. 'Cause we ain't fuckin' with no fuck niggas. Pull up on your block and let you have A better duck, nigga. Me, I'm just a gangster, thought I told you I don't trust niggas. Run up on you with Thematic, bet we let it bust, nigga. Bust, nigga. You niggas flippin' birdies that don't chirp, chirp. You niggas flippin' birdies that don't chirp. My cocaine whiter than a pro club T-shirt, T-shirt. My whiter than a pro club T, Pro club T. My cocaine whiter than a pro Club T-shirt, T-shirt. You niggas ho with bitches that won't work. Ten toes full of snow, watch me sit her On that curb, Sit her On That Curb. Hey, nigga, we burnt out Times Square. This the third time around on these punk niggas. I'm about to kick you niggas dead in your Motherfuckin' neck, nigga, with this fire-ass J Big Ball. Nigga, what's happenin', Worthy? Let these niggas know, fam, before we knock 'em Off and head back up north, fam. You know what I'm sayin', man? Stepped in the party and the shit was brackin'. With all the little homies, so the shit was Actin'. Walked through the door, who did I peep? The homie B. Rue and my nigga LB. Too well, niggas know the deal. Knock a nigga bitch, give a fuck how he Feel, how I said it, do it like a P. Every ho in the street gotta pay your Fee, pay your G shit, do anything. Cherry P hat, niggas know what I claim, know What claim. B4, you don't want no four. Watch a nigga run when I go to the Trunk, go to the trunk. Too quick, everybody hit The ground. Then it's back to the hood with The homies to clown, homies to clown. Who got it? I'm lookin' for the pole. The whole hood drop for the 204, Let you take Me out. I knew what you were all about, Boy. Yeah, we hear you niggas askin', "Who is Worthy? Who is Nick Bean?" Yeah, nigga, you just came Outside, nigga, so don't worry about if I have Your homeboy knock you off, nigga. On a Black Friday deal, nigga. You better knock that bullshit off, you fuckin' Yeas. Nigga, I'm your father, nigga. That's why you never met him, 'cause I don't Fuck your mama no more, nigga. Bitch hit my line frantic, frantic. Don't panic, cool it, baby, before the shit get Tragic. They sweatin' her. Sweatin' her. Circlin' the block. Mad that another nigga took your spot. But she a renegade. Yeah. I had to straighten the bitch. She's still new to the game, she was datin' A simp. I don't do that. Don't I ain't your mother- So you wanna choose me like 5 man Why You got the game fucked up I get money For sure Watch me pull up in a Lex Truck Hop up out that bitch clowning He a G for real Big homies all around him Tremors Play on loud like Shaft when he walk in Run me my money hoe I'm through with the Talking Like my nigga Payroll I'm big bossing Carlo In Dallas I got my bitch till the days End Aye We locked in nigga We burped the fuck out And turnt the fuck up nigga We ain't fucking With no Yeezys and fuck you snitch niggas All You niggas that's talking for a little petty ass Check and a MCM belt nigga fuck you And Your daughter nigga When I see them niggas The Person you have called is unavailable right now 2021 21 no L's just a nigga having fun With Baby Quack getting high can't forget my nigga Duck Matter fact one time till they free my Nigga Duck On my 2105's baby ain't in bad Luck Travel round the globe hard to call one Place home Couple Xannies little weed now it got Me in my zone Burn out celly for the Fiends who call my phone Strictly for the work Other jack be for my hoes Never go against The grain always living by the code Heart of A YG mind of an old soul Did some Things seen some shit that done turned a nigga Cold Can't tell you everything some shit ain't for You to know Real nigga no gimmicks only talking Cause I live it Waiting for the day that I can talk it when I live it But If a bitch gon' pay can't walk away from Pimping It's real they ain't giving out no pension Dodging court cases pray I never see a prison Mama wouldn't understand it was for better living Mama tripping cause I give her all my shoe Box money But she happy that I'm paid cause She love me Now I am Here
Jay Worthy, LNDN DRGS — Burnout 3
«Burnout 3» — Jay Worthy, LNDN DRGS. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 9:13. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
