Goldlink feat Lukeyworld — Wayne Perry (Haram! 2021)
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Wayne Perry (Haram! 2021) Goldlink feat Lukeyworld02:49
Текст песни: Wayne Perry (Haram! 2021)
Wayne Perry Lyrics[Intro: LukeyWorld] Fuego, fuego [Verse 1: LukeyWorld] I get told to dumb down my raps all the time What you know about MACs on the ride? I beat the corn off the map, no lie Shotting crack on crack consign Go to war with the MAC on the ride Clip extended, hoping you die I see a man, that's an eye for an eye (Eye) Shoot him down, boom, bye-bye Let it go, bring him close to the sky (Uh) I ain't afraid of death, no lie (No lie) Would have thought I would never die (What?) Aggy's sick with the stick, he's the guy (What?) EPP extended the guy Soon havе to free most of the guys Real niggas get back to thе life (Trust) Fake niggas be paying the price (Woo) Pretend they road to the kwengers online (Woo) Jail house gets fed up of lies Freedom, freedom is a must In the Lord, you know I trust I want the game back, I'm feeling disgust Ain't had sex in long, I'm bust What you know about days on the bus? (What?) Going court every day like I'm touring (Touring) Listening to what the witness saw (I wanna hear that) Description, never hit that door I don't tolerate it, lad, they're snitches I love the thumb 'cause the finger it itches Touch the skin, got the ting taking pictures Really 'bout this life, I really live it NM, no manners with it Blow bands, man, blow that spinach [Verse 2: GoldLink] Skrrt, skeet Ridin' wit a bitch that hurt me Bad juju, she curse me Saucy bitch so flirty RIP to the shooter, cried in the booth, shit hurt me Four dark days in the hood, I lied, we killed that nigga, shit merky You don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times where I had to shoot mine, shit was thirsty Pullin' out sticks, hit that shit with that boom-boom, leave you with thirty Uh, mob with guys, real hood ties Star with the David's, cook up the pies Rollin' with the mandem, had to throw a tantrum Hit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?" Woop-woop-woop, feds on my ass Runnin' from my past, pants fall off my ass Used to fuck a bad bitch, little black singer with a whole lot of demons and some bodies from her past I'm GoldLink Fuck what you thought, now I'm what you think Used to be canceled, now I just shake Rappin' like Wayne, Sorry 4 The Wait Four five shots, dumpin' bodies in the lake Hold up, ooh (Yeah) Keep that tool I don't follow rules Break the rules I don't give a fuck 'bout you Break my fuckin' back on, uh [Verse 3: LukeyWorld] Back Pack's my bro, get with it Stock sticks get hold up, innit? And what you know about days on the lane? F-I, move mad like Wayne Old school Acre Lane campaign (What?) Shootouts, but we ain't broad day Buck Pane in Tooting Broadway Bringing hella wax with me on the way (Trust) Soon land, bring me back to the game Monopoly's got me insane Tryna make them deals off the 'caine Overseas, got me living like I'm nice But only for a week, then I'm back On the streets where we sling that crack Addiction bring the fiend to the trap TT of raw is mad Pebble down and bank that pack I beat the case, they brang me back Eleven year, that's mad, that's mad Looked at the judge, smiled like I'm mad My nigga Jibs, he rolling back to back Don't think blacks will pet to back the wap 'Cause it's that and free my nigga Stacks D-I, my co-defendant back [Outro] Ooh
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