Текст песни Tru - Miller Boyz, слова песни Tru

Текст песни Tru - Miller Boyz

Tru - Miller Boyz слова песни

Silkk talking:Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what theFuack yall wanna doChorusHallowayWe them down south killer boysGhetto commission and them motherfucking miller boysThink its a game well fuck around and kill you boyOn the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boyHallowayIm trying to make a million of this rap shitAnd blow up like a fat bitchMy entourage is thickNigga no limit is the shitMy grandma awlays told me Id be famousBut she never told that I would hool up with these gangstasBody bangers? ? ? bitch we hungry like? ? ? I be part of tso until Im up out the alterI got ? ? ? aint no warning meIm heartless aint no running me niggaDont ever stunt on me niggaIll fucking crush you niggaValerioIm about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuseMisuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruiseBeat a mother fucker till a bitch cant moveTru niggas refuse to loseTote guns to murder foolsComing with rummingIf niggas aint respecting the flameEjecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the gameIm stealing outlawStill dodging cop carsTso and miller boyz riping niggas apartChorus repaeat 2xT-spadeIts the red eye pistol packing rapping assassinThe last one blastingLate night outfit ski-maskingI got your backbone subtractingItchy trigger finger action got me ducking the lawHoping to change I bust a brain and cause a flame on it foIt aint no thing to me foI got the game in me foTso tank dogs playing you rawShit talking nigger crosserIma toss ya, ima flip ya, iam punch ya, ima kick yaMotherfucker get a pictureWe real niggasC-murderJust a little a ghetto boyA motherfucking miller boy, killer boyPut that pistol in a pillow boyAns smoke you and your motherfucking momCome on and play dumbAnd watch me leave you in the rumLike a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the prochCrush you like a roachAnd burn you like a torchPussy ass niggas dont last to longIm down south where them real niggas roamChorus reapeat 2xSilkk the shockerI remember when I used to carry crack, I used to carry gatsNow they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring batsYou know I cant be having thatLucky I left the heat alone, beef alone or I would have been buried blackYou know the shit I spit bitch ya heardHa what sit on on the curbNiggas think they funny know you can get it six a birdThats why I flip birdsYou fake ass niggas got on my nervesIm from 504 we aint no jokeNigga give up your fucking dopeMaster pGrab a camera take a flickMiller boyz and tru clickBustas get dealt with hos get some dickSo hail to the streets cause young nigga we run thisSee me life aint nothing but weed and moneyA couple cars, a couple houses so we never go brokeHotboy got the dopeMan ? ? ? in the ghettoSee no limit is the army and we the soildersThe ghetto commission and tru click thought I told youChorus repeat 2x

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