Текст песни Yukmouth f Numskull, Kastro - Ballers Feud
Yukmouth f Numskull, Kastro - Ballers Feud слова песни
Chorus *(Phats Bossalini & Val Young)* 2xThat`s the Ballers FeudA thug changes, and love changesThat`s the Ballers FeudAnd best friends become strangers.Verse 1*(Yukmouth)*Survey says...You know some fake mutha fuckasI know some bustas toothis fake mutha fucka been causin rukus in my crewsince `92at first I thought he was cool like Drualways hollerin the Dangerous Crew, but if you only knewthem niggas don`t wanna hang wit youcuz of the thangs you dolearn a thang or twotalkin bad bout yo homies, two bitches who juss be framin youniggas thinkin bout hangin you, the game is trueeverywhere we go the punk hoo bangin youmakes it kinda hard for me to swang wit youthat`s why niggas only hang wit Dru, my pimpydoofolk-el, smoke out my Range Rove-elWhat? What?fuck these broke-elsI hate it when niggas be playin wit yo mail, because they only end up smoked outbroke as helldrivin bucketsI`m drivin luxury cars and plus shitBenz the Lexus the roughest to fuck witso you wanna be P-I-M-P?You need to get a bitch to fuck you fo freeyou payin G`s fo pussy.*(Chorus)* 2xVerse 2 *(Numskull)*There`s too many playastoo many ballastoo many hustlastoo many killastoo many pimped out mutha fuckasso now we got the east coast and the west coast feudin to see who`s cleanestthe cleanest mutha fucka is the richest and the geniuswhat if you stumbles, like buyin too many houseswit rims to put on yo shit, too many furry coucheswho the mouses nigga, I think you knowinsheadin tears from bitches who take yo shit and keep goinan don`t come back, cuz they done sucked you dick and yo cabbagegot 20 hoes across America livin lavishhatin is juss a hoe thang, yo, I gotta live like thata bitch can roll wit me, or hit the trackyou can talk about pimpin, you can talk about killinbut when that shit goes down, sound minds will be revealinwhen you die and comeback, maybe you can try again and beat mebut don`t try now, cuz you niggas can`t see me22, ready to hoo ride at moments noticefirst to swang, hittin noses, eyes can`t focushocus pocus now 25 niggas on yajuss because you moved from CaliforniaBallers Feud.*(Chorus)* 2xVerse 3 *(Kastro)*We went from loved ones, on the way up to no love at alltime to go though, so I don`t give no fucks at allcross the gamedon`t be playin, stoned get rightI shed blood wit this, and that can`t be gone, overnightthis hateman, could be a cold mutha fuckaclose friends, close as cat scan, love `em like my brothernow Isee `em dyin like a mutha fuckaslow death, no breathman I love it like my motherand that`s some cold shit, I`m on some mo` swole shitlisten quick fingers thick lady clit piss this shit, on yo clitniggas know I`m flossin K-Cashcash foldinyou want what I`m holdin, my wife an my life stolenworse enemy, authoritypolice are all enemyricheously, this life fo` me ain`t as bad as it seems to bebut still in all I love, all I lovetake my ten fingers, my ten toes, an mash outta lovedo it fo ya`ll, all ya`llmy baby girl an Godthis crazy world like a knife in the heart of my causenow half part of me hardthe other part of me scarreddeath wit out health, but still a nigga prayin to God.*(Chorus)* 4x