Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва
358 3 часа назад

Текст песни Fredro Starr - Soldierz

Fredro Starr - Soldierz слова песни




feat. Sticky Fingaz, X-1[Chorus: Fredro Starr]I`m a soldier, ready for war, ready to shootI`m a warrior, ready to die for my troopsI`m a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the CoupeI`m a hustler, hustler, hustler, hustlerTold ya, ready for war, ready to shootI`m a warrior, ready to die for my troopsI`m a baller, skatin on chrome, pushin the CoupeI`m a soldier, soldier, soldier, soldier[Fredro Starr]We play the block to the morning til the sun comes upOr fiends run out, hustle til them guns come outOr deans run out, hustle til them ones stack upOr boys roll up, we playin the block, you know manNiggas on the rock talkin bout the cars we rollChickens in the club buggin on the money we blowOther People baby, gettin like a hundred a showWhen they see us, bitches pass out, they holdin the flowMan haters don`t wanna see the next man bowlWhat the little nigga skippin in the Lexus forWe in it for the hed, killa what that vest if for?Two stacks, glocks hiddin in my Lexus doughNow ya wanna see the ice wit the electric blowThey rather see shots flamin, not to test the rowThen we love by the minute, but we feared by moreCuz I don`t give a fuck, I`m ready to die, ready to go[Chorus][X-1]I`m a soldier, ain`t that right, ain`t that what I am?On the block yellin "two for five`s" wit rocks in my handKeep the money rolled in rubber bands, accordin to plansDirty pots in the kitchen nigga shoppin in grandsWhile Ms. Brenda from upstairs always callin the copsStash rocks in the mailbox, them corners is hotFind a dumb bitch, get a crib, open up shopBlow it up for two months, then skip to the next spotThis is a business man, don`t mess wit that hereWho can fuck around and plus ya still love in the airAnd that`s a nice little toy ya got, let`s raise thatPut ya title on the line, big baller, let`s bet thatI don`t need trees, nigga, all I need is them G`sMoney`s my high, dollar signs stuck in my eyesDon`t come to this strip, bitch, unless you comin to buyIt`s nothin to hide, drug dealers lovin they lies[Chorus][Sticky Fingaz]I come thru the block, niggas hold they breathThey heart pump fear, they stand there, hold they chestMy name speak for it self, kid you know the restFrom outta the dark, Sticky speakin codes of deathDo you know how much bloods been spilled on my name?Unless you walk in my Timbs you can`t feel my painGot no feelings for you niggas, ice chill in my veinBesides the millions in the bank account, I`m still the sameSeen my own father slain, ain`t dropped one tearIf you died right now, you think I`d fuckin care!?I`d get everybody in this bitch, stuck up in hereAnd all that war right now, is where ya blood gets smearedRappers gettin shot up, brr, it`s cold out thereI guess niggas was really dyin, or blow that yearWit God as my witness, I end ya careerCross my heart, hope to die, and all my life I swear[Chorus 2X]

Другие песни Fredro Starr:

Fredro Starr - Dyin` 4 Rap
10 дней назад 517 (не задано)
Fredro Starr - Theme from `Save the Last Dance`
12 дней назад 503 (не задано)
Fredro Starr - Perfect Bitch
9 дней назад 536 (не задано)
Fredro Starr - Theme From "Save The Last Dance&quo
6 дней назад 493 (не задано)
Fredro Starr - That`s How We Roll
14 дней назад 483 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

wispoz.com © 2007-2026