Styles P - Gripping Over Here - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro: French Montana] Throw something up fools It’s all about the money You gotta know this Word [Verse 1: Styles P] Probly backin' up at motorway Old hoopty but we just put the motor in This the whip, that niggas yelling YOLO in Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant Bullet ‘bout as big as a can they put a soda in End up in the trunk of a car that got odar in it [EW] I don’t sip the liquor, I take a gulp Fuckin’ with a nigga, that’s strong enough to face the hulk 44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong Thought he was thugged out, now his face is all wrong I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them all mourn There were Biggie and Sean Combs was taking broads home On the phone with the chick. Crystal bitches bitches And ace hoes, it’s money in my name like Ma$e though Body broad daylight, nigga no case though Fuck the funny money niggas, I get straight dough [Hook: French Montana] Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me Nigga, you and what army? Dawg Niggas grippin’ over here Hit you with a hundred then I blow it in the air [Verse 2: Pusha T] Got a line of some dope from this bitch named Tammy Tammy’s from Miami, round all the nose Candy Bronze tanned on her like I’m walking with the Grammy Ex nigga popped, he flopped and turned Sammy I ain’t for the bull Sign of a setup then a trigger’s getting pulled Thinkin’ that it’s thriller when my nigga turned wolves Do as Simon says like the ’95 Suge All red on, death row chain MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame Outcome was the same Dead on arrival, death to my rivals Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral YUGK, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga On my big shit, waitin’ on the seven nigga Order cocaine white like a wedding nigga woo The king’s stuntin’ on these peasant niggas Push [Hook] [Verse 3: Styles P] It’s like ring around the Rosé Hand on the bottle, sit back and get coz-ay Still killin’ that white bitch, OJ Knocking 'Homecoming' from Kanye and Coldplay It was me and Jose in the hallway House full of dope with the pump by the doorway True story, niggas'll shoot for me But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories I wild out, throw you off of a 2-story Nigga, just to break your leg Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg Yea, so hurry up and get it poached Get the feds give ya life when you’re fuckin’ with the dope Catch me in LA fucking with the smoke Or maybe in San Fran With an OG nigga that used to get it on Pan-Am What? [Hook]
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