Young Chris - Reputation - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

06.05.2014

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[Hook - Beanie Sigel][x3] Where a nigga disrespect that's why I leave me Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me Where a nigga disrespect that's why I leave me [Verse 1 - Young Chris] Fuck around, you gon need the whole family to help you Throw a bullet at you bitch ass, man it ain't welcome Put em under the pressure, know the gun is his fresher Got the best shit in the city and the numbers is lesser [?], the [?]'s white 2pac, before [?] had it, I'm on to salad Nigga we been the best, before you knew Khaled Mastered the trap like P, is you bout it? Jumping out of jets at 16 Straight from the block had a nigga on big screens Neighbors telling mama I was cutting class Look at your boy on a hell of a path Bitch niggas all hate, they don't love it for real I'm here to murder pussy boy, slug in your grill Ready to die, just the life we live We killing everything moving except for wife and the kids Kill em all! [Hook][x2] [Verse 2 - Peedi Crakk] Bitches want to fuck, they don't want to work I don't give a fuck about no pussy, where the work Big black matt, do my own dirt Asking where I been at, I been in that wave surf First things first, man you're fucking with the worst Wouldn't piss in her mouth if a bitch was dying of thirst I'm providing the murder, your mama supplied the hearse Since birth, original hot boy like turf Hop up out the shower, feel like I got the power Paper god, play a level, pocket on fire Big boy bourbon, 32 on the tire Pull up wearing a turban, dirty, no license Fired a firearm, quiet storm Dress warm, cold world, I got to keep the hoodie on Classic, keep an oldie but goodie on Peed Crakk shit, showing rappers what they should be doing [Hook][x2] [Verse 3 - Freeway] We're out here touring the spots you never heard of In the states we're touring with Glocks, we're not nervous Pop off, hop in the whip with my burner It's a state property clique, we all murder Best beard ever, keep the [?] That's the KR swing down your way with the desert Know I'm with the bad, yes I'm a king And before I ever sing used to sling with the peasants Fuck with kid who jump of the sink You no longer live, go hang with the reverend Get dough all for spitting, Don't offer pies Get dough 365 24 7 Fuck Freeway, just call me doughman Best flow man, big beard like an old man Grown man, hold weight like I'm rose and Angry tiring, I sling iron like I'm Conan [Hook][x2]
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