Lil Durk - Risky (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Lil Durk - Risky (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Why you run and got your gun,
so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block, you catch a
opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga who you love to slide
with, make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll
risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta
speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs,
this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills,
you don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you
don't know who the guys, nigga
Keep a switch on me in case these niggas
hate and try to switch on me
Fuck who you is, you try to play them
games, I don't show sympathy
Won't hit none of my bros hoes, them
bitches keep on temptin' me
My fingers hurt, demon on my
opps, I don't got energy
Buck, buck, bitch, it's macaroni time
Tell my opps to post the shit in they
close friends, they all dyin'
All my opps the same, every time they
get caught, they ass whinin'
All that shit y'all said in
the booth, that build up careers
ain't nothin' slime
That's my block, every gun I
keep on me go, "Drr-da-duh"
Ask the opps, every time they
see my face, they sugarfoot
Give me props, gave my block
them turkey bags, Wukaduk
Just free Sah, you know shorty ass
gon' rob, I get you took, nigga
Let your seat up, bro
Hop out, hit his dome (Hit his dome)
Hop out, get 'em gone (Get 'em gone)
Hop out, do 'em wrong (Do 'em wrong)
Just be prepared, you on your
feet, you better not drop your
phone (Drop your phone)
Tap that switch, don't use it fully,
you might just see his bros
Lil' bro got jammed up for a body,
he ain't gon' change his clothes
I say, "When you chased 'em what you
see?" He say, he chased his soul
Get on his ass, he gon' be
easy, he be chasin' hoes
Stand over him, last thing he
see, that's my favorite pose
Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to
slide? We make a shooter cry
Grab your blick, bro (Grab
your blick, bro)
You ain't never gave me shit,
you ain't my big bro
Ask if I'm lyin', I gave 'em
Hellcats and pistols
I gave my bitch my heart,
uh, welcome to death row
Bitch, uh, yeah
You ain't gon' die about your dawg,
but you gon' die 'bout a bitch
Man, you better shoot your gun
until it's gone then it click
We gon' get it on, I'm with you right
or wrong, that's what it is
You a fraud, what's in your cup? That's
melatonin, ain't no drank
Got my Trackhawk bulletproof and it's
supercharged, this ain't no tank
How you gon' vouch for a nigga
who ain't never kill shit?
His ass ain't got no rank
Catch a opp, but you lucky it's
Ramadan, hold on, I gotta pray
(Haha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray (Uh, uh,
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray
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