![kalimah.top](https://kalimah.top/extra/logo.png)
t.r.o. boyz - the originals lyrics
aye
f_ck these n_ggas talkin’ bout?
forever turnt
yeah
tro boyz
oh yeah, tro gang or no gang
all brothers
eastside
[verse 1: smoke dogg]
no more passes for him, we need send one
dump out ashes for him, he a pack (opp)
first forty_eight, heard he caught the first forty_eight
???, what’s the addy? we gone get the pape’
???
free the guys, got my dogs sittin’ upstate
???
thinkin’ to myself ‘ what it’s gone take?’
[verse 2: tro boy dk]
dk
who gone be my point guard? i’m catchin’ plays
got the whole block slappin’ like a parade
shout out to my new plug, i got a raise
pockets on special ed, i got it made
n_ggas actin’ like they got it, this ain’t charades
yeah, you used to have a run, this ain’t them days
politely had to say ‘excuse me’, you in the way
lifetime gym membership, i’m movin’ weight (work)
[verse 3: sko dolla]
the realest one, but y’all knew that
that lil’ as pua money? we blew through that
top dolla, you can put four then a one on it
wanna talk that one sh_t? then put sko on it
said they droppin’ off that sh_t? then put some mo’ on it
freshest n_gga round this b_tch, i could’ve won school crown
???
ask around, we been the sh_t since them coogi fits
[verse 4: money mel]
i’m in this sh_t for real, n_ggas know i play for keeps
this the sh_t a n_gga live, n_ggas know i’m in these streets
i got fifty in my ‘k, you tryin’ to play me like i’m sweet
tryin’ to run off on me, you ain’t gone make it off these streets
servin’ n_ggas at the murda’ mack, where n_ggas get murdered at
i k!ll n_ggas for real, and i k!ll n_ggas verbally
on instagram, flexin’ hard with some fake buffs
i’m the sh_t for real, and i ain’t even gotta play tough
[verse 5: mi$tro]
man, these n_ggas out here b_tches, they be really mad
last n_ggas talked about the mob, n_ggas did ’em bad
we the hottest n_ggas in the city, b_tch, we next up
if you tryin’ to beef with the squad, better vest up
if you really want the smoke, we can take it there
chedda ave the hood, 6 mile, you won’t make it here
if you really want some money, need to hit my line
n_ggas ain’t tryin’ to get no paper? we ain’t got no time
gotta watch yo’ back ’round these n_ggas, they be droppin’ dimes
when we hit the club, we walk right in, we don’t stand in lines
i just f_cked this lil’ n_gga’s b_tch, now he talkin’ choppas
they sick, they can’t get on with the team, cause they work is sloppy
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- dubzenstep - inner circle lyrics
- ymisonice - junglish lyrics
- jolly, yorho, l$m - трэп патриот lyrics
- fiaka - shooters lyrics
- dakooka - люби меня (love me) lyrics
- orxan zeynallı - biz insan deyilik lyrics
- intuition - the new course lyrics
- eva - chelou lyrics
- cb5 - legendary (feat. uraelb, wendeezy, dontae winslow & honey blu) lyrics
- goldcobra - day & night lyrics