Big Scarr - SoIcyBoyz 3 (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Big Scarr - SoIcyBoyz 3 (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Section 8 'partments,
I'm valid on payment
Servin' narcotics like
back in the '80s
We got the gas you can't
get at the station
I just hit the dope and
then made 'em go crazy
We got more drugs than
the nurses at Grady
Worse come to worst, I'ma
send Nancy Reagan
Woke up today, I community gated
Looked in the mirror like,
"Nigga, you made it"
Thinkin' 'bout all of
the charges I skated
From robbin' and takin'
and enter and breakin'
I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80
Smokin' Jamaican, eyes low as an Asian
I'm all in Miami, strapped
up like a Haitian
People, they shakin', they
feel the vibration
Bullets gon' hit, feel
a burnin' sensation
Flippin' that turf, have
your money and race it
These junkies my patients, they
walk in and paint shit
I had the coco, had to tell
'em, "Be patient"
In my duplex with the bricks
in the basement
Real street nigga, never
wrote no statement
They tell 'em to come out,
they hold us to come out
Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah,
I stuck my tongue out
Niggas got no cars, they
stickin' they thumb out
Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin'
the drum out
I put my gun out, let's
see how they turn out
Might just be bookin', they
won't put the blunt out
They say it's a drug, make
it rain when the sun out
All red Royce, skrrt-
skrrt, do a rollout
My word is the law, no cap in my bars
Put ice on my heart and
put tats on my scar
Might want a .30, but lobster walk
1017, we ball to ball
I got sixty shots in this Drac',
he move once, won't move again
Talkin' all that shit, we
broke his bones, his ass
should've come right in
Tolerate, no disrespect, I'm Beyblade
how I get to spinnin'
Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin',
boy, that nigga missin'
We don't blank on missions,
now he missin'
Swimmin' with the fishes
Wockhardt got me pissin',
diamonds glisten
Strapped up with that glizzy
All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim
These not True religions
If I take your soul, I'm not repentin',
Grim Reaper my religion
Can't show the internet
how I be livin'
Sticks steamer, ride through the city
Stay out the way and get paid,
niggas all in they feelings
On the internet, talkin' like bitches
Money come in different
ways, I'm a junkie
Got Dracs and them bows while
I'm breakin' a bitch
Yellow gold on my wrist
lookin' like piss
If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk
How you be sliding',
but nobody got hit?
Yeah, we double back if
we feel like we missed
Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore
I drop me a hit
I'm not like these rappers,
I'm not finna diss
They havin' cake, make your
bitch make a wish
I keep throwin' up, niggas
keep throwin' fits
Ten thousand ain't nothin,
blow this shit on a fit
Remember they doubted me,
now look, I'm rich
Still in the hood, posted
up with the bricks
I still will mask up, put that
fire on them bitches
Niggas be put up when I'm in the city
I'm tired of beefin' in
niggas who snitchin
Niggas don't want smoke, they
just want attention
Double R gang, we standin' on bitches
We really 'bout action, these
niggas pretendin'
Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas,
load your choppas, grab your vest
I'm still with them killers from Willet,
you know who shoot the best
Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt
like the point guard on the Nets
I'm overdue, so Wock' trill
[?], 'bout two Percocets
I talk shit like I'm five hundred
pounds, I'm strapped with
like three hundred rounds
And I still'll take your bow
from you, know who quick
to slime some shit down
Drop thirty thousand on his
top, now they on his ass
like a flagrant foul
I got a cup, no, you can't come around,
poured an 8, I'm in zombie town
And it cost to move, 'cause when I had
Make sure you sure to a
clip when you run down
Police keep takin' my guns,
I can't run out
Slid for so long on his
block, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I
took my chawith back to the condo
We go by codes up in the field, drop
an opp, we call that a touchdown
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