EST Gee - In Town (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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EST Gee - In Town (en) Lyrics
- I ain't say the name tony but
as you know fuck a nigga
Don't play with him, the fuck
you talkin' about?
- Thats what a 100 large
look like
- My momma's momma
- (Turn me up josh)
(Trill on the keys)
- (Tryin' get some sip on)
Yeah
(Eastwave, you cooked this?)
My patience short, I can't
go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart
in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history
left the city torched
Maybe now they
get the point
They wasn't with
us when I had like
Fifty bows on tubman court
(ayo bleu)
They can't question nothin',
we got our rank up now
I stand up straight I know at night,
they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he
promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe
is if we ain't in town
And if I am he hit on
I'm tryna get somethin' sent home
(I'm tryna get sent home)
Right where your partner
rest in piss,
They try to flush your shit
on (bah, bah, bah)
But niggas track stars, I don't
know why they act hard
(why they act hard)
Only shoot at
backboards (yeah)
Makin' sure he don't survive
That's what we
double back for
Right now, I'm in rare form niggas
only use they feet in shootouts
They got leg arms
(leg arms)
He died 'fore he hit
the ground
The first two shots was head
lungs (bah, bah, bah)
Bullets hittin', have you feelin'
all over your body
Like it's bedbugs (bah, bah)
Four deep on the same block, a flunky
had kilt lil' dead homes
Niggas out here reppin' like
they steppin', know they dead
wrong (dead wrong)
I can promise pain for your last
name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs and blood
split from guns drawn
They wasn't with us when I had like
fifty bows on tubman court
I stand up straight, I know at night,
they pray they take me down
Can't call you my dawg
If you ain't the one that's on the
block with me (let's get it)
If you ever snake
me one time ever
Ain't no apologies
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Learned fill up blocks before
I filled out for some colleges
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Few times, kicked
it with some rivals
It turned out to be robbery
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ever hit a stain on
a hundred pounds?
Gotta get it off
On parole, if that
drive too long
I take them switches off
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
They throw up signs, this
picture for the feds
Make sure you send it off
Three hundred thousand
for the lamb' truck
I make the engine cough
I need drugs
I take prescription, I'm
gifted (yeah, yeah)
And I can't tell you nothin', you
gon' gossip all my business
I care about my dawgs, not the
blogs, I'm the trenches
When I'm thinkin' 'bout von
I put an eight inside
a mystic (yeah)
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