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 #

c-mob - everytime i lyrics

[verse 1: c+mob]
i’m just chilling with a beer in my hand
in the dice game and i’m nearing a grand
it’s all cool and i’m here with the fam
but some dude who just spent about a year in the can
keeps mugging and he’s looking at me crazy
probably cause i take his money every time he fades me
if you can’t afford to lose don’t play me
act like a man quite crying like a baby
sitting there pouting with his eyes wet
cr+pping out plus he losing off of side bets
i’m surprised the little b+tch ain’t cried yet
you can always make thе money back homie why sweat?
thеn he just snapped when the dice cracked
so i laid him out flat and needing ice packs
he said that he wanted me dead
so me and slush both put a gun to his head

[hook: donta slusha]
every time i (x3)
think sh+ts cool a motherf+cker get to trynna act hard
so i lace up my chucks
mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt
gas for the cut franklin’s for the slugger
louisville, louisville club a motherf+cker
[verse 2: donta slusha]
the bigger the strap the bigger the gap
it’ll get you when you hearing the clap
you better get on your back
when you see me be prepared for the riots
i’m talking trunks popping, fans crying
i ain’t lying they get sick on the block
you can hit one chop
and it’s back to work, the sh+t don’t stop
if the sh+t don’t lock, then it’s back to the closet
back in all black back door down i kick
i gets mine like rondo
i’m a landmark n+gga from the condo
phone plan combo limited speed
i’m a weekend wh0re unlimited freak
su+wu blood gang what up man
one more time blood gang what up man su+wu
east sider, round top hustler
deuce block n+gga
donta the slusher

[hook: donta slusha]
every time i (x3)
think sh+ts cool a motherf+cker get to trynna act hard
so i lace up my chucks
mask for the face and a 8th for the blunt
gas for the cut franklin’s for the slugger
louisville, louisville club a motherf+cker
[verse 2: c+mob]
every time i stop and listen
i hear the opposition
they’re wanting me broke as a joke, no hope and not a pot to p+ss in
i’ll get the choppers spitting and k!ll the competition
so when you see me believe me i’m bout to block your vision
when i get them fangs showing
i’mma get to flame+throwing
anger’s in my veins flowing
now i am insane going psycho
assault rifle a knife’ll get all you lames knowing
i hold my disciples and rivals know that i ain’t showing love to a b+tch thug trynna act hard
get drug through the strip club to the black car
pistol whipped him till i left him with the pumpkin head
then we lift him up and threw him in the trunk then fled
so you better come proper cause we all strapped
then we’ll hit you with the chopper or the ball bat
if you wanna act hard better fall back
or run like a track star cause you’ll fall flat

- c mob lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS