Nickelus F - D.S.L.S - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

06.09.2015

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[Chorus] I paint them pictures niggas gotta love Roaches in the crib but momma called em water bugs Roaches in the beer bottle, I smoke lots of bud I kick that shit y’all niggas gotta love I come with [Verse 1] I drag my nuts across the pavement hitting swishers Thinking I’m a drug dealer now open for business My first QP was 300 no lie lord as my witness He said “you got that money?” Pulled the stop from out my britches: bow Slammed it on the table, ready willing and able All I can see is sneakers and jewelry designer labels I need that shit you can’t be no rapper without no chain You can’t be no trapper if you don’t slang on the south, staking my claim I needed that paper, not trying to hear no “wait up” I left a couple seeds in these baggies to boost the weight up Went digital like RZA tossed my handheld scale If momma only knew the shit my hands had held Fucked up my school in chasing street cred and rap dreams If you asked me, it’s the same old story, nothing special just wanted fast cream Would take it back but I got no receipts Just make better decisions moving forward slow my speed, see [Chorus 2] I paint them type of pictures niggas gotta love Roaches in the crib but momma called em water bugs Roaches in the beer bottle, I smoke lots of bud I kick that shit y’all niggas gotta love I come with [Verse 2] Yo, breakfast for dinner Jesus piece necklace for a sinner Pockets chunky while them junkies getting thinner Looking like a million be another nigga dinner Better live like you been here before this life ain’t for beginners bitch Especially if they heard we making dope You can smell it permeating through my clothes I got an old broke down in the dubs right here on my person Stupid but if I met someone on the block I conserve em, bitch I’m earning And I’m learning momma ain’t raised a dummy plus I rode around Soaking up game from my nigga Scummy God bless the dead you know niggas start acting funny Ain’t wanna see momma crying I know how much she love me Throw my sins with the weed, burn it down in the dutchie Ducking the coppers I’m 28 before they cuff me I’m lucky, if you say so Wait till I hit Barbados thanking God that I’m alive And these streets ain’t fried my potatoes, ayo [Chorus 3 x2] I paint them type of pictures niggas gotta love Roaches in the crib but momma called em water bugs Roaches in the beer bottles, I smoke lots of bud I kick that shit y’all niggas gotta love I come with
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