Текст песни Trick Daddy f Deuce Poppi, Money Mark, M - Thug Holiday
Trick Daddy f Deuce Poppi, Money Mark, M - Thug Holiday слова песни
(Trick Daddy)Bitch I`ll kill ya, fo` night(Hook x2)I`m goin` all way out bout mineBest dat a bitch get shot bout mineHoes get slapped in the mouth bout mineThe prices stay the same and they drop bout mine(Verse 1, Money Mark)You fucks with T Double D then you fucks with weNow you runnin` round duckin` meYoung nigga with a AK better than Ananda LeeI send them killers where ya mama beI be Money M to the izzay, R to the kizzayCome through choppin` ya block I don`t plizzayGot dolo for the low, then hit the 2 WayPeace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, heyLove dough and love to hate hoesLove to pull nigga bout mine lil` noseNigga tryna hold me back, I`m throwin` `bowsI`m a treal ass nigga, that`s how shit goes(Rick Ross)You can never fuck with me, I`ll just flow harderCL 6 sittin` low on those (?)I`m a Philly man, but I don`t blow garbageGot sweet dick, most of these hoes got itAin`t no love, you see how the Feds do usWanna eat like rust and some for tear LucasHaul that blunt to a nigga share mucasBody on `em so what, look up we had shooters(?) Take all tinted routeHand guns, razor blades comin` out of the mouthBorderline rapper, come see me but twin 49 rapperIt`s more to mine rapperSaw that rhyme after, yeah, got the right gatEat with the 2 Way they scared to write backLay niggas down like this? No like `datNo whoever ran, make `em come back like crack(Duece Poppi)You better worry bout you, don`t worry bout meI pop three, out the drop-eI smoke brocoli, you know we got DDuece Poppi and T Double DWe got them AK shells and they hot as hellCrackin` back to the white meat like lobster tailsPoppin shells, quick to crack your breastboneTore his head off `cause he had his vest on12 gauge, shoot ten times for hatersNiggas curlin` up like activatorsFake ass thugs, stop with them liesYou ain`t rapped like that when Tupac was alive(Hook x2)(Verse 2, Mystic)I`m not gonna fuck with you nigga, `cause I don`t know you my niggaSo don`t you fuck with me or my dogsNigga I`m for real about mine, and my dogs ready to kill bout mineI chill, smoke crip and send ordersOff all those po-po`s and armed forces, fuck `emThey don`t wanna see me fly, I don`t trust `emThey probably wanna see me die, that whyHold the fire, and keep it closed and keep an open eyeFor them haters and hoes, `cause I don`t play about mineGoin` deep, pray about mineKnow baby had to spray about mine, AK about mineFuck that you`ve been warned too many timesHow you feel bout yours, nigga I`m ten times worseYou gettin` revenge but nigga mine will get you cursedSo please don`t fuck around with me`Cause my dogs will bust around at heWhoever obsessed, me boy, don`t test me boyTouch me, my dog`ll wetcha boy(Trick Daddy)Most niggas get rich, get goatsI went out and got guns, united my folks (my folks)Pour it out for the ones we lost, now bitchThrow it up `fore I blow it upYou ain`t know I was a G muthafuckaYou don`t really wanna see me muthafuckaI`m a thug nigga, fo` lifeBitch I`ll kill ya, fo` nightI`m goin` all way out bout mineBest in a biscuit shot bout mineHoes get slapped in the mouth bout minePrices stay the same and they drop bout mineRunnin` in your grandmami house bout mineI ain`t slippin`, I got my ninePlus Duece got his, you better think twice bitch `cause you got kidsPlus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you liveThug life and you know how it isShit don`t stop till a nigga get killed (killed, killed, killed, get killed)