3 problems - for a fuck nigga lyrics
[verse: lil tay]
hol up, 50 rounds off in the chopp
so what?, i put 30 in this glock
sho nuff, play with me you gettin’ shot
roll up, smoking dope, my swisher box
if he actin’, then we shootin, and that’s on set
she wanna hang with my squad and give my crew neck
she show a n-gga where she live, get her sh-t splat
can’t show no symp’thy, only knowing when you getting wet
and i don’t need n0body else, my mama told me that
but i ain’t belive her ’til n-ggas showed me that
clutching on pistols, i gotta keep a strap
and if they come through bucking then we bucking back
they tryna play us like we p-ssy, no we not no rookies
aiming firm, flat his sh-t like whoopie cushions
aey what you know about laying low and jumping out them bushes?
and all my shooters, yeah i roll with them cause they some pushers
[hook: lil tay]
and i put 50 in this chopp for a f-ck n-gga
drop a couple bands for me to touch n-ggas
say i put 50 in this chopp for a f-ck n-gga
drop a couple bands for me to touch n-ggas
say i put 50 in this chopp for a f-ck n-gga
drop a couple bands for me to touch n-ggas
say i put 50 in this chopp for a f-ck n-gga
drop a couple bands for me to touch n-ggas
[verse: la4ss]
f-ck you let a n-gga tell you he gon’ get you clapped
and he still out here thuggin’, and you somewhere laid back?
talk that hip sh-t these ways and i’m dressed in all black
now here somewhere laid flat, burnin’ from a old gat
i’m the hood pusha man, i’m tryna smoke your favorite savage
my big homie say the word, i’ma let his -ss have it
why would i lie?, i’m at the top, i ain’t never coming back
f-cking hoes, rocking shows, snapping off on every track
and they rocking with l.a., because l.a., i’m on the map
b-tch i live the wildlife, like i’m signed with loose cannon
lil tay, he got my back, because he strapped with that cannon
and j swagg gon’ let it blow, you wanna roll, he doing damage
huh
[hook]
[verse: swagg huncho]
what you know about laying low?
hitting licks, smoking dope, popping bottles, pouring 4’s
i started trends out through the hole
r.i.p. ron 4, ron o, twan low
free mino and free rello
free my n-gga monie locc
i be jugging, slanging c0ke
i be fresh from head to toe
she too talking, i’m not on my dealer, they won’t tell a soul
i’ma shooter on my own
downtown, we round by the lo, this sh-t you won’t really want
my n-ggas bout that action
we pull up and [?] tinted, and we gon’ let you have it
50 in this chopp for a b-tch n-gga
i pray my mama that we gon’ get rich n-gga
until this day i always rob a b-tch n-gga
if he play me, lay him p-ssy, he get hit n-gga
[hook]
Random Lyrics
- pxndx - usted lyrics
- eskadra - barack obama (vladimir putin rmx) lyrics
- bodega brovas - rising lyrics
- kelton je'von - friend of mine lyrics
- brandt orange - yellow beams lyrics
- mel tormé - lulu's back in town (live 1992) lyrics
- dsl - paris by night lyrics
- haristone - norman bates #2 | dexter lyrics
- boosie badazz - wake up lyrics
- clare maguire - swimming lyrics