a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

2 eleven & tf – blackout كلمات اغاني

[intro: t.f.]
uh, look
uh, okay, okay
(oldman80)

[verse 1: t.f.]
uh, spazzed out, tryna figure out how i blacked out
in the trap house with b_tches doing lashes with they ass out
ambitionz of a ridah in the background
the streets is like the octagon, if you break down, don’t tap out
n_ggas out here storytellin’ so the police, they camped out
what happened to that old sh_t, hit super macs and go max out?
f_ck them others who let the flash out, fall face first like pakyal
i post pics holding prop guns but it’s real sh_t in my background
mashed down, mac .90 hit the back streets and get crumbed, ayy, ayy
hit the eastside with the ag’s and go dump, yeah, yeah
yeah, i’m tired hanging like a bandana ’round a crip n_gga steering wheel
new brand new set of wheels, new bad b_tch, hair and nails done
a1 like raw year, plenty residue dollar bills
potting l!cks out at the playa’s club, you get tied up like dolla bill
yeah, i got mine out the mud, n_gga, like a lean_head popping sips
i said i got mine out the mid, n_gga, leaving yellow tape, popping sh_lls
[verse 2: 2 eleven & conway the machine]
fresh out of jail, got it hot as h_ll
retaliation, n_gga, might as well
yeah, my young n_gga get a lot of k!lls, ah
busting missions out of boneville
with the cocaine, i made a lot of seals
with the proceeds off a clientele
bought a hundred guns with a lot of sh_lls
get the opposition, n_gga, slide to h_ll
had to show these n_ggas i can rap_rap
made a half a milli out the trap_trap
but the kitchen table like a tat_tat
with the .38, n_gga, blap_blap
young gunna, no slatt_slatt
with a couple screws like i’m fat pack
rolls royce, n_gga, matte black
after this verse, it’s a wrap_wrap
bleed n_ggas like i missed ’em
mike amiri jeans, spent a crip on ’em
chopping blocks like a flintstone
i’m the nation dog with the phentanyl
all blood money getting rinsed off
with the royalties from risiduals
they side, they love us but i’m dissing ’em
flipping hoes, that’s original
sh_tting on ’em, that’s intentional
all these rap n_ggas ain’t original
every single one sound similar
i can’t pick and choose who to listen to
i cook waves, we flooding them, n_gga
competition, we f_ckin’ ’em
every four_hunnid, forty_eight grams
make sure we gon’ double up, ah
twenty_five bands four times
n_gga, d_mn near ran a hunnid up
they should’ve never gave them n_ggas no money
knowing they was finna run ’em up, ah
f_ck it up but then f_ck it off
n_ggas having money, i can’t tell
give a f_ck about no government
you n_ggas politic theyself, yeah (yeah)
[verse 3: conway the machine]
spazzed out, whole lot of v’s lining up at the back house (haha)
told ’em wait ’til you all the way behind the gate before you pull your cash out (haha)
put a little extra baking soda in the pot and get another half out (when?)
you only got one body, n_gga, that ain’t really sh_t to brag ’bout (ha)
i can push the b_tton right now, i can get a couple n_ggas scratched out (brr)
like i’m a waxing menace, we gon’ smoke them n_ggas, then we gon’ stab out (stabbed out)
i heard he had your spot mapped up
got your b_tch tied up with a gagged mouth
went in the closet, took that bag out (what’s happenin’, b_tch?)
put all the pounds in the hefty, look like we taking trash out (haha)
if it’s pressure, we spin and we ain’t gon’ let it drag out
told that b_tch to put up that plate and don’t leave them bags out
where i’m from, you can’t put up your peace, it’s getting bad out (it’s bad)
but i’m a straight goon, doing push_ups and holding us in a dayrun (huh?)
your turn to eat comin’, but it ain’t soon (it’s my turn)
i’m cooking up, the downstairs neighbors can smell the ye fumes
i stacked so much money, then i’m running out the saferoom
machine, haha, yeah

- 2 eleven tf

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع