Freddie Gibbs - Stay Down - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

25.09.2012

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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Slammin' money on my big homie commissary Jumped on that I-65 and take that trip back to Gary Granny just passed, my uncle out here smoking glass But I still cook up in his crib, I gots to get to this cash Forgive me father cause I'm so wrong Runnin' dope through your doorstep, mom I've been doing it for so long When the water wasn't working and the lights was off we could barely hold on So I jumped off that porch and whipped up that yoke and got my role on Man I had my selfish reasons, new J's and Jesus pieces Fresh Nikes and a brand new polo LV nigga check that logo In the club it's like a ho show These hoes show out for me And the bitches in my past they just didn't know what I could be, Freddie G Hit the booth pick up my pen and I pimp it, like write consistent Extra lugers in the clip of my Ruger, my life extended For at least 10 more shots should I get going or get got But on the other hand, I got a bird landin, and a rubber band on my knot [Hook] I've been up, baby I've done been down Just good enough Ain't enough in my town I gotta get my thang right So I can start the day right Cause I fucked up Baby I been fucked round And just good enough Ain't enough in my town I gotta get my thang right So I can start the day right [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] We bendin' corners in Caprice's Big cut dogs and Cadillacs, that dope check I'm cashin that And I'm choking, smoking on that gasoline Lost a hubcap on my hooptie But my fiend just copped a teen Had a dream that I was rich and famous all off this rapping shit And the older niggas laughed at me, I'mma gon' make it happen bitch In boot camp used to write my raps in my letters and send them to Roll And say my nigga check this I'm gon' wreck shit when I get home Dear lord we praisin' paper, really what I gotta take to make it Pressin' up these CD's and MP3s, tryin' ta shake these haters Plus I'm slanging just to maintain ducking investigation Every year a nigga's only fear is the FED cases Living in this industry enemies come with smiley faces But I feel like fuck all these rappers they don't want no altercation Baby face gangster, I earn my stripes out on the devil's playground Peace to all my real niggas that stay down [Hook x2]
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