JT Money - Alright - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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Hook Yo if you wanna go to war, its alright Well if you ain't hardcore, its alright You wanna get it on nigga, its alright Its alright (its alright), It's alright (its alright) (x2) (JT Money) I got a problem with fuck niggas Always talkin' shit and try to duck niggas Sucker niggas won't finish what they started Be coppin' dueces cause them niggas soft-hearted They straight bitches Always puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped And when it do, what you do, you run like a bitch Or do you straight turn state on a nigga and snitch When you ain't got your boys, you ain't got no balls And you ain't gangsta with all them 911 calls Real niggas don't call police Real niggas handle theirs when they got beef Flawed niggas talk shit and know they can't back it Know they ain't real but always trying to act it Hook I'm the original jacker, flawed boy attacker Taking your life ain't nothing but a factor Matter of fact, I'm a killer straight out the slums No time to dump, I got these pumps for you chumps And I ain't talking bout' the reeboks Getting three Glocks and jumping out of treetops Making suckers flee spots, and leave knots Got guns, get funds, yeah I'm packing styles Suckers acting foul, get smoked like Black and Milds Nigga know a plan, laying down this thing Beyond all that rap shit, I only spit game You scared, say you scared, but just peep what I said I'm so wicked off the head, probably shoot out of dread Thats right, all you suckers better recognize Before I start recognizing, ain't gonna have you niggas sweatin' mine I'm in this thang for real, ain't nothing fake here Putting down in the zone with my nigga Shakespeare Hook (Big Gipp) I wear my hat low, when I walk through a circle of folks I don't know It ain't to much chalk in these streets that can hold me back I make stacks and stacks, for the weeks and weeks I got slapped Freaks, I got the grill with the white gold Keep a pistol in my hand with the tight hold From the city where they drop blows Known to pin-hold down off them figure fours Shit shady, we all about to bust on sight, lighting up the night Putting hoes off in 74's and watching em' all blow It ain't shit funny, its the money man and Gipp Holding sawed-off pumps in your face chump Don't disrespect the city, streets, that I'm standing on Niggas from Miami and Atlanta holdin' heat It ain't nothing happy You see, it ain't all about that rapping Hook (JT Money) Straight up and down, I'm a let you fuck nigga know You niggas don't want war, talking all that shit Cause you apted up on that motherfucking tough guy juice Get round' the motherfucking boys, listen to this goddamn rap music And niggas think its a motherfucking game Alright, play with it Jt Money, Big Gipp, let you niggas know Hook
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