GoldLink - Wayne Perry (Текст и слова песни)

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Текст песни: Wayne Perry

[Intro: LukeyWorld]
Fuego, fuego

[Verse 1: LukeyWorld]
I get told to dumb down my raps all the time
What do you know about macs on the ride?
I beat the corn off the macs no lie
Shotting crack on crack consign
I 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
Shoot him down boom, bye-bye
Let it go bring him close to the sky
I ain't afraid of death no lie
Would of thought I would never die
Aggys sick with the stick, he's the guy
EPP extended the guy
Soon have to free most of the guys
Real niggas gеt back to the life
Fake niggas bе paying the price
Pretend they don't road to the kwengers online
The 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 and buss
What do you know about days on the buss?
Going court every day like I'm touring
Listening to what the witness saw
Description never hit that door
I don't tolerate or like them snitches
I love the thumb the finger it itches
Touch your skin got the ting taking pictures
I'm reallly 'bout the life I really live it
NM no manners wid it
Blow brains AMA blow that spinach
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Pull up on the whip, skrrt, skree
Ridin' wit a bitch that hurt me
Bad juju, she curse me
Saucy bitch so flirty
RIP to da shooter
Cried in the booth shit hurt me
Four dark days in the hood, ilie 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 the shit wit that boom, boom, leave you wit thirty, uh
Mob with guys, real hood ties
Star with the David's, cook up the pie
Rollin with da mandem, had to throw a tantrum
Hit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?"
Woo-woo-woop, feds on my ass
Runnin' from my past, pants fall off my ass
Used to fuck a bad bitch, lil' black singer with a whole lotta demons and some bodies from her past
I'm Goldlink, fuck what you thought
Now what you think
Used to be canceled now I just shake
Rappin' like Wayne, sorry for wait
Four five shots dumpin' bodies in the lake
Hol up, ooh (Yeah)
Keep that two
I don't follow rules
Break the rules
I don't give a fuck 'bout you
Break my fuckin' [?]
[Verse 3: LukeyWorld]
Backpack is my bro get with it
Stock sticks get hold up innit
And what do you know about days on the lane?
F-I move mad like Wayne
Old school Acre Lane Campaign
Shoot outs but we ain't broad day
Buck Pane in Tooting Broadway
Bring a Hella Grub with me on the way
Soon land bring me back to the game
Monopoly's got me insane
Tryna make them deals off the cane
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 brings the Thanes 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 we 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-defendants back

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