Lyrics:
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
comments
All these kids acting dumb
While I get this money
Count it up one by one
Man, life's so good
Why you gotta act like this
You could've been my fan
Yeah
Hey
Free, freestyle (freestyle)
Sin cojones a mi me tienen(si me tiene a mi me tiene)
The goat Album (the goat album)
Yeh(yeh)
Sin cojones
Artista : Jeff Mkeyz
Canción: A To Contigo
Álbum : Single
Letra
Jeff Mkeyz - A To Contigo
(Intro)
Y yo se que tu quiere un tipo malo
Si te
[sinister laughter]
Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga
[Prodigy]
the things we used to do
You were rubbish in that
Don't start that with me on this album
Why did you do it like that, that time
For start to finish there
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
talk
(I been glorifying how far we came nigga, that's on the Bible)
Ah, yeah
In interviews talkin' Plug talk
Got my name off of drug talk
(Y
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
How you feel I can tell by ya energy
Tryna flex okay
Know you see the come up I be killin em
Why you stress on me
Only roll with the reel like
a real pro
One thing; who named y'all the High and the Mighty?
To me, ya'll just sound like a couple of High Whities
You had to be on mad coke and XTC,
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand y'all don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil' dude this grown
not by choice (4x)
[Animal]
Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
And get y'all out the game, dog, it's
carried by six
I'ma go post bail, just look at my wrist
Tell me, why the legends always gotta die quick
I ain't tryna die young, so I gotta ride with one
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
Heeeeey
What's happenin, y'all?
This is Tyrone Chillinfoot down with the funky Tung Twista, baby
[number] inches of straight stupid, straight
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ
wordplay, when 16 ain't enough, exactly what life means to you
16 ain't enough
I know y'all gonna feel me on this one
You gotta feel me on this one
Huh,
Jay-Z Talking:
Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all
Ha ha ha… hey man fuck
All y'all… fuck all y'all
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherfuckin' cops be on me
I
for any mood
Now Rasky how you take get deal pass me
I no know wetin Kenny’s dem hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you
hope to do by signing you (Why)
Ba lyrics ba sense ba concept
Wetin you get nonsense
You even talk say fakers dey out there
Out where shey where you
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