Текст песни Family Ties - Bound to Happen
Family Ties - Bound to Happen слова песни
Check it out yo, this on the real here son,ain`t no lie in me, ain`t no lie in meNothing but big ballers, shot callers ya`ll,down south hustla players, tru to the gameChorusPut `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up,Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up,Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands upIt was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, put `cha rollie`s in the air,It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, Put `cha rollies in the airVerse 1:Once again it`s a day in the life ofsome nigga`s who insist to constantly live chrightThrow ya hands ups, player it was bound to happenNigga`s drop lock`s at me every time I`m rappin`Getting motherfucking tired of this bullshitPlayer hate, kick you in yo hole prostateAnd at yo weightProceed to get the middle fingerCause I don`t love you nigga and that`s the fucking realerCap peelers, Indeed a fake Caper Don`sBig Willie`s and bitches who wanna act sillyNow play with it, it`s a shame in this dirty gameFuck fame, when miss thang got a dirty nameCrap game and fuck niggas smoking zut suitsIt was bound to happen across my black bootsAnd nigga fuck looking cute for them stank hoesAll a nigga want is weed and a bank whoaNow hear me nowChorus 1x:Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up,Put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up,put `cha hands up, put `cha hands upIt was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, put `cha rollie`s in the air,It was bound to happen, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, Put `cha rollies in the airVerse 2:I wanna kiss ya on the cheek and blush yaSilly nigga get a bitch set `cha up and touch yaYou know the rules, player hating get a nigga bruisedLate night at `cha momma house to cut a foolOff the chain, in a sense we don`t help noneConversating for an hour, with my chrome gunFour niggas in the bushes all I do is whistleAll hell breaking lose when you hear them pistolsNigga what, see you fucking with some real niggasAnd everybody got pistols, but see we up quickerGot a click, only robbing niggas touting gunsAnd grand theft broken down in my other songsBig ballin` ain`t a motherfucking thing haI was raised by one, it`s in my blood sonCut me deep, might penetrate the concreteA A.K. with a drop clip where I sleep, nigga whatChorus 1x:Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up, Put `cha hands up,put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up,put `cha hands up, put `cha hands upIt was bound to happen, It was bound to happen, It was bound to happenPut `cha rollie`s in the air, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen,Put `cha rollies in the airVerse 3:It was bond to happen yo,the gun clapping went to rappin`And you know it`s pure satisfactionIt`s guaranteed, to the skisOn her knees, giving straight neck aiming to pleaseIn the Embassy Suites, wanna flex in the BahamasYachts and lobsters for the real dark dollarsAnd we don`t see ya and we wouldn`t wanna beWhen Dark coming drop and I`m coming tech ninaIn the drop top Benz, seven figure dividendsHow the fuck you gone lose when you always winYo, the money getters, mic rippers,Dark pea henney sippers, strip club big tippersWe real killers, eight pack gold grillersFuck ya ass up in a minute gold diggaPut `cha rollies in the air motherfuck them bustersBig money, Big Willie, down south tru hustlersChorus 1x:Put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up,Put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up,put `cha hands up, put `cha hands up, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen, It was bound to happenPut `cha rollie`s in the air, It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen,It was bound to happen,Put `cha rollies in the air