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 #

li rye – dead trollz كلمات اغاني

[chorus]
tell the motherf_ckin’ police pick me up
he say my name, i whoop that n_gga brain, watch lil’ bro whip him up
bodies drop, send hollows through his body, can’t even stitch him up
he losin’ too much blood, the paramedics can’t even pick him up
steppin’ on ’em babies, they think i’m crazy like i’m a f_ckin’ psycho
my d_ck go hard whenever i go spin, guess i just popped a rhino
12 askin’ me ’bout these dead opps, how the f_ck should i know?
pourin’ up purp’, got babies in my cup, i’m sippin’ opp n_ggas

[verse 1]
locked in with some k!llers who done really f_ckin’ dropped n_ggas
why the f_ck you ’round if you ain’t clutchin’ on no glock, n_gga?
get the drop, n_gga, and leave a hole up in his head, like a whale or somethin’
gotta murk the b_tch he ever catch a case, cause he gon’ tell or somethin’
catch a body, you know i make bail or somethin’
hop out, headshot, i’m nailin’ somethin’
try to spin and that stupid b_tch done fell, come catch one to the face
know an opp got shot in his mouth, but still be talkin’, they don’t understand what he say
on house arrest, still be talkin’ all that sh_t, b_tch, i know where you stay
b_tch, you know i’m big 26k
hop out, walk down with a brand new drac’
f_ck n_gga better watch his mouth ‘fore i knock him off, leave the b_tch dead where he lay
on that south, no, we don’t play, got n_ggas fifteen tryna slang that iron
b_tch, i’m quick to drop a bag, if you ever play with me or mine
clutchin’ forties, n_gga, f_ck a nine
air one, that’s a dead opp
mad about they partner, he got hit in the back, he ain’t catch no headshot
and they know i got they lo’, p_ssy n_gga, don’t be scared now
and them n_ggas from the other side gon’ get it too, feel an opp too dead now
might come spin in a redeye
mask up k!ller not to say who am i
the way i whacked the b_tch, they already know that he was sent by li rye
i know i’m goin’ to h_ll, i sent too many n_ggas to the sky
come on
[chorus]
tell the motherf_ckin’ police pick me up
he say my name, i whoop that n_gga brain, watch lil’ bro whip him up
bodies drop, send hollows through his body, can’t even stitch him up
he losin’ too much blood, the paramedics can’t even pick him up
steppin’ on ’em babies, they think i’m crazy like i’m a f_ckin’ psycho
my d_ck go hard whenever i go spin, guess i just popped a rhino
12 askin’ me ’bout these dead opps, how the f_ck should i know?
pourin’ up purp’, got babies in my cup, i’m sippin’ opp n_ggas

[verse 2]
all these trends, be talkin’ all that sh_t, b_tch, i’m a grown man
for years been steppin’, b_tch, young n_gga, you better stay in your own lane
‘fore you die young, you’ll never get the chance to be an old man
got so much money, i can drop a bag on your whole gang
get you young n_ggas whacked like back to back, smoke them boys out the van
b_tch, you done made me mad, so just flag, you better not f_ckin’ lack
got partners on the east, cut off the leash and they knock off your head
just know, b_tch, once you die, i’m drankin’ grave and ain’t no comin’ back
b_tch tried me like i’m dumb, like i ain’t know she from that other side
and i be inside that car, switch rip it up and k!ll everything inside
that n_gga no part_time, i push the b_tton and all them n_ggas die
i’d slang my own brother if he scared, his ass ain’t down to ride
pour murder in my blunt, they think i’m late, sound like eight bodies murdered
when i f_ck on a b_tch, can’t nut in her ’cause i know that i’m flirter
7.62 extend that n_gga neck like a f_ckin’ turtle
ain’t never work construction, but i’m quick to go and dirty_work a b_tch
watch me murk a b_tch, shoot him in his face and sh_t
just for talkin’ like you really ’bout it, watch how i sew you, b_tch
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no wind when i say i’m quick to blow, b_tch
i t_shirt his ass, it make his mama cry in a pulpit (ah)
f_ck the b_tch, she know i’m up, i make her suck and eat the d_ck
ridin’ ’round with a fed chop, binary trigger, hundred rounds on the stick
i ain’t gotta hit no l!ck, i’m droppin’ bag, get n_ggas hit in they sh_t
playin’ both sides gon’ get your ass k!lled, b_tch, you better pick
pick a side ’cause i ain’t never spare sh_t every time i went and slid
first face tattoo came with a f_ckin’ reason, everybody know what i did
when i whacked the b_tch, i was outside still, i ain’t never hid
ha, haha, ah_ah
[outro]
clutchin’ forties, n_gga, f_ck a nine
air one, that’s a dead opp
mad about they partner, he got hit in the back, he ain’t catch no headshot
and they know i got they lo’, p_ssy n_gga, don’t be scared now
and them n_ggas from the other side gon’ get it too, feel an opp too dead now

- li rye

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع