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 #

ebk young joc - legend كلمات أغنية

[verse]
sh_t really crazy, guess i’m fonkin’ with my fans (hey, what the f_ck?)
baby girl, your n_gga broke, he can’t even show me a band (ten hundred)
southeast where i reside, but i’m comfortable in the land (nightingale)
fully switch eatin’ through cars, it’s crunchin’ sh_t like a can (brr)
and all that hidin’ really ain’t gon’ get you nowhere (where n_ggas at?)
b_tch, i play with fire, lots of poles, who wanna go there? (you know we got ’em)
posted on the block clutchin’ this wop, ain’t goin’ nowhere
ask the sucker side how we play it, they said it’s no fair (they said it’s no fair)
d_mn, man down, somebody pick him up
was callin’ n_ggas phones, they wasn’t ’round, n0body pickin’ up (where n_ggas at?)
nowadays, then take all the gangsters and leave the b_tches, huh? (hey, what the f_ck?)
nowadays, they only want guns to pose in pictures, huh? (i don’t know)
brodie through the back with the chop, i got glock, i hit the front (you got it)
let’s get the job done, block ’em in so can’t n0body run (hey, end this sh_t)
i don’t give a f_ck how many they got, we got bigger guns (hey, we got chops)
so pick you one, this money on the floor, go and go get you some (hey, go and get you some)
i’ll smoke a n_gga ‘fore he play me like i’m a b_tch or somethin’ (ah_ah_ah_ah)
and the chops we got the size of a midget cousin (hunt him down)
boys get behind me, it ain’t nothin, i’m gon’ hit a hundred (skrrt, skrrt)
he ain’t a rapper, tell me somethin’, why this n_gga humming? (ayy, let me know)
he ain’t bust nothin’, give me the gun, watch me finger_f_ck it (ayy, hand it here)
why everybody actin’ like this n_gga team or somethin’? (no, he ain’t gang)
don’t turn it down, b_tch, turn it up, you hear them speakers jumpin’ (hey, turn it up)
now let it ride out (mm, mm_mm)
pull up, drop shots like it’s nothin’, then slide out (ah_ah_ah_ah, skrrt)
where the ‘za? b_tch, i’m finna get high now (hey, where the ‘za?)
all these new juices, it was tris, but it’s pai now (ayy, what the f_ck?)
he threw a flag, i kept blowin’, f_ck a timeout (ayy, that’s a penalty)
uh, f_ck a timeout
he threw a flag, i kept blowin’, f_ck a timeout (ayy, that’s a penalty)

- ebk young joc

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغنية الشائعة حالياً