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That's Survival

Fiend

The Addiction

23

Rap

Tekst piosenki
(*talking*) Flat out the Addiction you heard me, yo yo yo You are now tuned into reality TV, live from New Orleans I'm gon take you home on this one, this for everybody From the 3rd to the 17th, I'm gon let em see what they never saw befo' The true gumbo, yeah feel me Shit I ain't got nothing more to say, talk to em Fiend [Fiend] You said you loved me, no matter if they scatter if I'm half of right Dropped a whole clip in him, he won't be back tonight Truth is, I ain't gotta be the killer Lil' robbing the grenada, want the scrilla And he got a mask, and he got a gun And when he blast, he like to tell em where he from Louisiana swamp nigga, translate into a hot boy With a chopper in hand, will tell you what you're not boy Bodies in the river, this ain't new Just the highest murder rate, that we been through Pressure on the G, put the medal to the scene All adds up to pussy, gas pedals of a V The devil don't want them souls, they too hot Whoever knew, I'd live to see the big coupe drop Take my girl, to the new mink shops Prada's on my eyes, the cuff her what they blood shots Presidential like the pounds just lit, let the drama lift Give the cops unless they frowns, tell em that's what a baby mama get You want money whole money, fuck slow money All this here by us, what the fuck is your money One brother from Jordan, one from 1-7 One from the St. Bernard, the other up in heaven I don't give a fuck nigga, how hard you spit Can't amount to my heart, this dope and this dick And if you don't buy it, and they don't try it Well I guess mo'fucker, I done found my nitch Coke cooking in pots, same gas put the brokers in yachts I'm the American dream, and if I'm not Well something in conflict, like political nonsense Number one head buster, with no conscience My woman asks, baby when you gon sleep In the same breath, asks me baby when we gon eat This rap shit's slow, I ain't saying I'm too good for a regular job I just don't, have the regular prob's So motherfuck the eyes, I got permanent lawyers in three major cities So by money, it's some feel me nigga
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