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 #

jt the bigga figga – victim of the vapes كلمات اغاني

ahh, marvelous, we’re finna do this again

[verse 1: d-moe]
victim of the vapes, or should i say vapors?
now in nine-deuce, young n-ggas makin’ paper
hoes on the d-ck, n-ggas on the nuts too
but i ain’t really trippin’ to you marks sayin’ “f-ck you”
back in the days, you was trippin’ on me
sidin’ in your cars, steady dippin’ on me
but see in nine-deuce a young brotha straight clownin’
smokin’ on dank, makin’ bank, ride clean, you know loungin’
and your b-tch’ll get slammed like dominoes
’cause you know, me and jt, yeah, you know we poppin’ hoes
but at first it was a thang to you
had to talk and walk and pop game to you
but here in this day and age, n-ggas make cash flow
top-notch hoochies, late night turf hoes
all get f-cked when the crew come through
some on dank, some on chew’
some on brew, others on hennessy
grand marnier, tanqueray, gin and juice, g
hoes in the crowd all wanna seduce me
big time ballers wanna talk and produce me
but naw, it ain’t like that, my pockets already fat
fool you wanna jack, i’m packin’ a chrome gat
punk mothaf-ckas can’t fade the youngsta
b-tch-type bustas, them hoes a hustler
fools know what happens when the ‘moe’s on the rampage
comin’ out the sunroof, bustin’ with a twelve gauge
it ain’t sh-t but a thing to me
’cause a gang of y’all fools can’t hang with me
but back to the godd-mn peach
while b-tches and n-ggas pay a fee to see me
a n-gga named [?] born in frisco
fillmore, smokin’ on indo, hangin’ out the window
clownin’ all the turf hoes
sippin’ on a four-oh
and poppin’ that five-o
now he made a date, holdin’ that vape
now they searchin’ for the vogues and the clean candy paints
n-ggas wanna play me, but fool, i ain’t goin’ out
i’m throwin’ these dogs well, and i can buck n-ggas out
and i’m about to rip sh-t up
for you [?] who want to slob on a nut
me and jt make gangsta sh-t
[?] in the cut, about to pop the clip
n-ggas [?] smokin’ dank and drank and juice
drop the top, hide the glock, let’s make the move
to the top and don’t stop ’til we major
n-ggas that are bigga, droppin’ flava, gettin’ vapors
to you mothaf-ckin’ stank hoes
low rank hoes sheistin’ on a young n-gga’s bank roll
mack ’til we’re b-tches, young black gangstas
gold ‘n vogues, material hoes
swingin’ from the nuts of a n-gga makin’ g
who was known, for slingin’ mzs
i mean sh-t, summertime [?]
with the dank and drank, ’cause the n-gga needs a hit
f-ck the n-ggas and b-tches that want to see a brotha fade
you know, victim of the vapes

[verse 2: jt the bigga figga]
n-ggas kept sayin’ “jt” (jt)
“why don’t you put your pen down and stick with the d?”
and quit tryin’ to be a rapper
keep [?] stealin’ cars and bustin’ caps at
suckas in your neighborhood
and keep livin’ your life up to no good
f-ck, a jealous -ss, broke -ss n-gga
straight -ss-kissin’, no-c-ck gettin’
[?] as stick to my b-lls at a party
’cause i’m smokin’ dank, clockin’ bank and drinkin’ grand marny
f-ck that sh-t, hoes on my d-ck
so you want to be in our cl!ck?
so you can roll non-stoppin’
yo we havin’ hoes, makin’ money and we poppin’
but it don’t work that way
not your way, but my way, so n-ggas now what you wanna say
i remember rollin’ up in a limo
i asked a mothaf-cka, to listen to the demo
getto boys was rockin’, umc was next
hoes in the crowd, was givin’ up s-x
quick, quicker than the quickest
talkin’ to the b-tch, because the b-tch was the thickest
knowin’ i’m a mack, a player in the game
i gotta do my thang and show no mothatf-ckin’ shame
yeah i’m the bigga figga, comin’ out of frisco
you know i gotta let ’em know, this is how we do it in the ‘moe
but when it come to rhymin’, you know i can’t fake it
but some young punks don’t want to see us make it
feelin’ my flow, like they drinkin’ on juice
bumpin’ the b-ss on a zap’ or a zeus
talkin’ ’bout my lyrics, oh yeah i found ’em
they’re high as a mountain, our beats are poundin’
and i keep rockin’, and you can’t stop ’em
and every concert man we gonna shock it
the zeniths, the vogues, the players the hoes
they everywhere you go in the city of frisco
the macks, the homies, the brothas, the fellas
the broke mothaf-ckas is the ones who’s jealous
’cause a few wanna see the downfall of the mob
but as you all know, misery love company
so go to the store and get the cd and tapes
this is goin’ out to the victim of the vapes
biatch

[outro: the little figga]
f-ck that
it ain’t no thing to me
it’s the little figga n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’, huh
yeah, the little figga
poppin’ that sh-t
for the ’92
ha, yeah, for my n-gga d-moe, boy, he tore that sh-t up
my n-gga jt came through with that, you know what i’m sayin’, he done that
so, uh, hold on, let me see, i gotta rap something
yeah, it’s the little figgaa, comin’ through
and my n-gga the bigga figga
poppin’ that sh-t
and we outta here for the ’92 b-tch

- jt the bigga figga

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع