jtć mariø – eagle land lyrics
eagle land lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, my n+ggas aching, bound to k!ll for any reason
when i’m off the gas, a n+gga turn into a demon
why the f+ck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
bouta cook a n+gga , i don’t need to add the seasoning
i ain’t talking second hand, i’m really bout the smoke
when i spot the plot, i’m c+ck the glock , them n+ggas gotta go
i’ma put all of my n+ggas on, them b+tches better know
from the 803 & 843 , them n+ggas bouta blow
[verse 1]
talking word for word and bar for bar, they couldn’t catch the flow
diss the crew and i’ma pull up where you stay
even though we cooling , all my n+ggas banging grey
real trap babies, giving props to chuck and zay
pop a couple xannies, i’ma rock out like a band
rubber band, we been down to stretch a man
lilwalls point the glock to where you stand
all my n+ggas born and raised in eagle land
like i said i’m by the door with the 4
(aye, where that n+gga at , jtc?) i don’t know, he gotta go
showing her the ropes, she love to suck it on the low
snitching ass n+ggas, you be talking to the folks
you know how it goes
[chorus]
yeah, my n+ggas aching, bound to k!ll for any reason
when i’m off the gas, a n+gga turn into a demon
why the f+ck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
bouta cook a n+gga , i don’t need to add the seasoning
i ain’t talking second hand, i’m really bout the smoke
when i spot the plot, i’m c+ck the glock , them n+ggas gotta go
i’ma put all of my n+ggas on, them b+tches better know
from the 803 & 843 , them n+ggas bouta blow
[verse 2]
i’m the realest n+gga, pop him like a pimple
count a couple figures, really keep it simple
n+gga said f+ck jtc and now he crippled
b+tches off the addy’s , wanna show a kid a nipple
chopper get to ringing like a f+cking tambourine
i don’t do the perkys, i just give them to the fiends
hop up on this d+ck and bounce on it like trampolines
cop a couple throwaways , it’s time to clear the scene
32 shots up in my glock
n+ggas bouta get popped, block is getting hot
n+ggas gone want that drop, the way that i’m moving , they want me to stop
i get on my sh+t, i don’t f+ck with the law
i get on my sh+t, i don’t f+ck with the law
[chorus]
yeah, my n+ggas aching, bound to k!ll for any reason
when i’m off the gas, a n+gga turn into a demon
why the f+ck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
bouta cook a n+gga , i don’t need to add the seasoning
i ain’t talking second hand, i’m really bout the smoke
when i spot the plot, i’m c+ck the glock , them n+ggas gotta go
i’ma put all of my n+ggas on, them b+tches better know
from the 803 & 843 , them n+ggas bouta blow
Random Lyrics
- kalazh44 & samra – italian job lyrics
- ahmed santa – santos | سانتوس lyrics
- elf power – tiny insects lyrics
- jntn – future lover lyrics
- julia mäkitalo – i don’t mind it lyrics
- epitomeoffailure – i’ll never see u again lyrics
- oscar iv – the mourning after lyrics
- massa – qizdir lyrics
- boko yout – high low lyrics
- $hyfromdatr – go bestfriend lyrics