azlyrics.biz
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 #

dettsabirets3 - double up lyrics

Loading...

[talking ;dettsa] d-mn bra a n-gga just sneezed out his nose ring and sh-t what the f-ck

[verse 1 :dettsa]

man you n-ggas know cha yeah that’s my main man
and we never bring luggage we go shopping when that plane land
gucci be the name brand
kc be the gangland
whites claiming they hate blacks so i ask the ho why do they tan
so many try to copy but can’t do what we do
its crazy how all these crips are coming out the blue
not a pig just caught the swine cause these states are what i flew
these hoes are what i been through
you n-ggas ain’t got one clue on what i had that b-tch do
and you getting her name as a tattoo
ask for her hand in marriage this n-ggas a d-mn fool
young drug lord no mjg stay with 8b-lls like im shooting pool
mix the p-ssy like im making music but won’t scratch the sh-t like im dj screw
my n-ggas drilling if you stealing jason aiming to k!ll you
and my fam stay with the scales like a armadillo
armadillo ar ar armadillo
my n-ggas staying with them scales like a armadillo
strike of mike tyson lighting
f-ck battling we fighting
still don’t know if missy elliot straight or is she diking
i fly
i stay high as f-ck n-gga
back to back we serving packs pushing crack im the sh-t like lax
ain’t splitting cheese with no f-cking rat
no handshakes so just give me dap
fiens know where its at
hit the trap phone if you want a sack
got a thick b-tch addicted skin tone be that mocha frap
bro first sight of her baby body was insane
just like milli vanilli that ho had no lip game
heard she giving up what scarecrows need and yeah n-gga that’s brain
couple n-ggas took her bowling so that ho stays in her lane
these n-ggas cry purple rain
cause i just smanged they main
i said its no relations i dash after i hit yo dame
i know you saw this ain’t no gameboy
you better use yo brain cause when i shoot this heater here im only shooting for some brain
man i told you n-ggas here dettsa back at this sh-t
i got my fist in yo b-tch like a black activist
claim you trapping sh-t
but i was brought up in a garden so of course im touching bricks
you mad cause my dreads thicker than yo b-tch



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...