Lyrics:
silent moves that don't feel the need to announce
Each one tote a clip they all 22s itching for another body count
So pussy nigga watch your mouth
Or you
call me Danny Boi but I'm still the man
I'm like get back, get back
Tote them big gats big gats
And them big facts big facts
Rocking jet black jet black
in that Upper town.
I'm a Hot Boy and if you're a Hot Girl Holla.
If you a Real nigga then you're bout gettin them Dollars.
I'm a Street Nigga tote
notes back, pack ‘em in your tote sack
How you gonna teach me, I rip it over dope tracks
So smoked back, asking where the tokes at
Reverse the kick with
shooter tote a Gat like Johnny off Saints Row
I love boss bitches nigga I can't fuck with broke hoes (Uh un)
I can't eat that pussy baby girl you on yo
Kickstand all in my cup, 'cause I be sippin' lean
He only tote when he on monkey's so make him pop a bean
Niggas always reaching for some clout that shit so
won't sleep at night
You lie and you steal
And you tote a pipe
You fight for survival
And that's your right
You are your own rival
Keep that in mind
It's
roll
Run your mouth and we might tote them polls
And the shawty want a pic so I hold my pose
And when I walk in there better be room for the bros
And If
in that Upper town.
I'm a Hot Boy and if you're a Hot Girl Holla.
If you a Real nigga then you're bout gettin them Dollars.
I'm a Street Nigga tote
in that Upper town.
I'm a Hot Boy and if you're a Hot Girl Holla.
If you a Real nigga then you're bout gettin them Dollars.
I'm a Street Nigga tote
wanna be (Be)
Tryna stay away from wanna-be's
Tote a gun when I run the streets
That ain't where gonna wanna be
When it's cracking feel the summer heat
Ima stay being unnoticed
You a speed bump in a drag race you fuckin up my focus
Wanna call yo peoples that's fine and dandy you knowing how I tote this
Szene herrscht mal wieder tote Hose
Bruder Deutschrap ist fresher denn je, weil alle rappen über harte Drogen
Kannst du dir selber in die Augen schauen,
de Andalucía, Foyone
Mejores que tú son el Zatu, el Tote, Deformer
El hip hop nació de los barrios calentones
Y lo están ensuciando cuatro pijos
fast how he blink
Beat it up, got her ass on the sink
Ran it up, hunnid racks in the bling
Throwback, I tote the MAC in the mink
And I don't do
(Yeah, uh)
'Cause the meds I take is
Risperdal, Lexapro, Escitalopram
I might walk right down your block and bust you like the Taliban
Tote a fan
in that Upper town.
I'm a Hot Boy and if you're a Hot Girl Holla.
If you a Real nigga then you're bout gettin them Dollars.
I'm a Street Nigga tote
a moment
So my nigga watch who you approachin'
Call me coach I put plays in motion
In the field and my bases all loaded
Stick real big still tote it
Niggas
to tote glocks in the rental
Yea I was a dog out the kennel
Man I was wild
Call me problem child
When I rolled through the block
They would tremble
They
since 1845/
Cerveza Pacifico my cousin Coronita/
Was about to announce Mack year beer leaders/
Jealous suds tote heaters yuengling top the sales/
Runner
your bitch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don't run up on me ya'll
My little bitch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya'll
Drive that foreign
And you ain't have to tote a strap you just ran from the cops
I ain't relax, never did ask for a lot
All this shit is in the plan
I ain't never give
Si et deixen d’estimar,
camines cap a les ombres;
et preguntes si estava escrit,
si havia de ser així...
Si et deixen d’estimar,
s’apaguen totes les
I drop bombs on some cop cars
Only dogs in this yard
No cats
Only tote gats
Better of dead with a toe tag
It's so sad
That you haven't learned yet
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