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 #

jl of b. hood - password lyrics

[hook]
what’s the muh’f-cking p-ssword?
let a n-gg- log in
what’s the muh’f-cking cheat code?
how did all of y’all win?
what’s the muh’f-cking p-ssword?
old n-gg- do believe we got the keys to the safe
let a n-gg- log in
they let a n-gg- like me in, ain’t n-body safe
what’s the muh’f-cking cheat code?
see the look on they face when i pull up in the wraith
how did all of y’all win?
foreign and exotic b-tches with expensive taste
what’s the muh’f-cking p-ssword?

[verse 1]
up to something, you can tell by the look on my face (look at my face)
we ’bout to set up the trap that n-body escapes (no one escapes)
old n-gg- do believe we got they keys to the safe (got the keys, the keys)
we gettin’ lifted, i welcome you to outer space (space)
if i’m not high when i land, i feel to out of place (muh’f-cking truth n-gg-)
put in the work, it can only go up like the rates (rates through the roof n-gg-)
you got to grow to be great, i did that on my own (the f-ck n-gg- said)
i hear these n-gg-s and think how the h-ll did they get on (y’all n-gg-s playin’)
god d-mn miracle, tellin’ me i’m way too lyrical (way too lyrical)
bars too hard, ain’t hearin’ you, can’t be spiritual
get, get that understood (woo)
tellin me i rap too good (woo)
should move back to the hood (yeah)
need to be sellin’ cocaine (yeah)
gonna need a couple more chains
got the wifi name

[verse 2]
i creep up on ’em and i got something up my sleeve (shit up my sleeve)
tell ’em i know nothing, i only speak chinese (like ping pong ping)
these n-gg-s ballin’, i find that shit hard to believe (how it make you feel?)
most of it is smoke and mirrors, don’t be so naive (ain’t even real)
tell us the truth, that ain’t you that’s in the booth (who is it?)
bro somebody got you juiced, got you fallin’ for the jukes (they did it)
if you really get it, kudos but i see these n-gg-s do shows
how they winnin’ n-gg-, who knows
organize these n-gg-‘s funerals (shut ’em up)
cut out the middleman
connect like a server
in the end i can get a m
m like murder or m like million
em like eminem in a song about k!lling kim
still make a mark on them with the marker diminishin’
knowin’ this many makin’ a lot with the minimum
give me a minute, we make the mainstream strange
i already got the wifi name

[outro]
what’s the muh’f-cking p-ssword?

- jl of b hood lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS