![kalimah.top](https://kalimah.top/extra/logo.png)
feat c o s yukmouth brotha lynch hung - spitz network (feat. c.o.s. & yukmouth) - brotha lynch hung lyrics
(feat. cos, yukmouth)
[yukmouth]
yuk that project n-gg-, i was forced to hustle
i was forced to tussle drugs slangin’ that born to bubble
n-gg- back and forth to court in trouble
cuffed by the task force in trouble
i won a porsche from the juggle
pocket full of stones like barney rubble cursed by the devil
birds on the level of a kingpin smirk on the bezel
i hit the hood inside my esco-lade, make the ghetto say
yuk so ghetto wid his ghetto ways
my ghetto pays, three and four bricks a day
pop cris and play, the hardest representin’ the bay
i f-ck free puffin’ trees inside me luxury way
y’all ain’t tellin’ me sh-t i’m tryna f-ck celebrity chicks
yo rockin’ a throwback seventy six, i got grand from eighty seven
ya b-tch n-gg- always said i’d be rich
the fans h-t dead at the strip
i still get executive chips
distribution deal executive sh-t
yuk and lynch what’s better than this
let the veterans spit
infra red in the clip deaden ya lip
ya b-tch rappers better step sh-t up
call me texas yuk, f-ck a van i rock the lexus truck
wit the smoke-a-lot logo gear
get ya coastal on a promo
yuk out of this world like hans solo
rap-a-lot mafioso cop birds from acopolco
real talk to mock vocals
f-ck the cops and po-pos, headlocks and choke holds
they put me in again i pop the four-fours drop them h-m-s
and learn that the glock is no joke
and learn that the blocc is no joke
slang rocks and snort c-ke, we cook kis like gumbo drops
we chop o-z’s to jumbo rocks, pay off colombo cops
beef with me the funk won’t stop
the gun expert let the tech burst the spit network
[hook]
it’s the spitz network, the spitz network come on
the spitz network, the spitz network come on
the spitz network, the spitz network come on
the spitz network, the spitz network come on
the spitz network, the spitz network come on
the spitz network, the spitz network come on
the spitz network, the spitz network
[brotha lynch]
homie the human gas nozzle, twenty four gallons a sh-ll on you
then i bail on you, somethin’ smell on you you tell homie
i’m sicker than malt liquor wid the gin mix wid a fifth of brandy
and i’m hard like chinese trigonometry you n-gg-s can’t understand me
when i, go to plan c and shift gears like a five point o
d-ck click, i’ma let one go, everybody get on the floor
i got that petrol my momma ain’t around and i can’t let go
and i’m bound to run up in a high speed b-tt naked and let the techs go
bound to give my ‘ut two children and hit the nitro
catch me on a summer night, bleedin’ ya sector
eat ’em up like hannible lector leave blood on the walls
meat in my jaws, heat in my claws bleed her on the walls
beat up your dog with ease
teflons and i’m so tired of bein’ stepped on
and when i’m done with you n-gg-s you’ll be so tired of bein’ crept on
in blue with my n-gg-, yukmouth he in all red
i’ll leave ’em all dead call me the hog head spit raw lead
[hook]
[cos]
you see i hops outta somethin’ bout as old as me
and then i drops off somethin’ or i pops off somethin’
while these hot dogs stuntin’ i’m just playin’ my part
back streets f-ck the frontin’ i like to stay in the dark
i pack heat that crack bubbles so just let the games start
gimme a corner i got hustle i’ll be ballin’ by dark
so f-ck the feds and the narcs they just slowin’ me down
cause i be paranoid now when i be rollin’ around
but i’m shark off the water call me deep sea rider
hop out the lark wid four five and then i sneak three by ya
before ya realise you been hit my n-gg- lynch beside ya
with the nozzle of his grill stuffed an inch inside ya
flood ya nostrils wid ya head we make ya bleed like hoes
when we plug you up what follows make you freeze like poles
it ain’t nothin’ ’til ya partner’s got the greasy nose
holdin’ his tummy for weeks at a time livin’ like old dudes
ya see down in the alley sippin’ on old brew
it’s the east levy in alligator and old school
nikes lock the cops escape paper like it was owed to me
you b-tches hoes to me, you’ll give the o’s to me
these streets are cold to me, it’s gettin’ old to me
now i drink straight out the bottle just like it’s sold to me
now i don’t believe in tomorrow until it’s shown to me
i put ya name on my hollows spit at ya home homie
[hook]
[brotha lynch]
i’m bout to set it off like deaf gebby gebby
shoot out ya little house on the prarie
eat out ya raw insides if ya dare me
open up ya heart like a christian be aware of me
fixin’ n-gg-s like a hysterectomy, you won’t get respect from me
right up in ya chest wid these, heat up ya whole set wid these
t-o-e’s cause i be offa these o-e’s
handin’ out these notes please like food stamps
i’m givin’ n-gg-s stomach cramps
you hear me and yuk and c-o you start to panic
i’m a, manic depressive givin’ motherf-ckers chest lifts
chuck n-gg-s we the siccmade nemesis
better respect this before i
hit ya to f-ck up wid that wet sh-t and
dope get ya neck flipped wrecked
to the ninety six you fall
drippin’ blood off my hand g that’s death
without poverty jam straps in ya rib trust me
better act right f-ck a jack knife that night
bullets’ll hit ya crib shootin’ through cushions in ya livin’ room
you won’t be livin’ soon, it’s goin’ in ’em soon
do the -sshole to ya womb n-gg-
ya like that don’t ya?, good, i’m right back dumpin
at that -ss and i’m fast to flash
cut you up like grandmaster flash
and i p-ss the -ss, dumpin’ lead toes action pad
and i bag the cash, you sit and wait for the glad bags
and the aftermath, coroners come grab the bags and pack the truck
while i stack the bucks put you in the back of the truck n-gg-
that’s what’s up n-gg-
[hook]
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- wiinston - angelina lyrics
- stephen duffy - mao badge lyrics
- dua lipa - idgaf (young franco remix) lyrics
- sansar salvo - deli müziği lyrics
- scud mountain boys - one hand lyrics
- nàttsòl - ved aas i haustmoerket lyrics
- caleb caudle - stack of tomorrows lyrics
- lewis grant - bad batch lyrics
- rosalie - królowa lyrics
- cadence weapon - five roses lyrics