Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
FBG Duck

Tweak With The Tweakers

 

Tweak With The Tweakers

(album: This How I'm Coming 2 - 2017)


[FBG Duck:]
How they gon' tweak with the tweakers?
I don't pop xannies, I'm not a sleeper
I be on six and thirty toting heaters
Bitch I got stripes like Adidas
Shit they doing not cool
Shit they talking 'bout fu'
When I see the opps I blew
'Nother opp, yeah I hit they blue

[TaySav:]
How you gon' tweak with the tweakers?
When I pop a perc I be leaning
I'm on the pour and it's cold like a preacher
My niggas they evil like freezer
The shit y'all be doing so lame
I be posted on pack with the saints
Catch an opp, we gon' aim for his brains
Please don't think that this shit is a game

How you gon' tweak with the tweakers?
You breathe through your ass but they call us the lemurs
But me and dope did this for all the believers
Put us on the track, it be hotter than cement
I be on the pour and it's cold like a freezer
My niggas be money, we evil like freezer
You think it's a game 'til you lay by that preacher
And it be your family that not even thinking

[FBG Duck:]
And where we catch you is where we gon' leave you
Family crying out, saying they need you
Me and my niggas demons, we evil
Bitch we don't point that gun, tax to meet you
Oh you really wanna die 'bout the industry?
Oh you laughing 'cause you think it's a gimmick?
'Til we pull up and them windows is tinted
And you getting chased down by some killers

[TaySav:]
My niggas is psycho
Aim by the corners like legos
We sneak in your crib while you still in your legos
My niggas got bombs, we got handguns, got rappers
Got shit that'll leave you a holy, the bible

[FBG Duck:]
You better have some insurance with Geico
The chopper I got, it be kicking like Tybo
Guns go off and they look like a light show
I was taught to get rid of the rival

How they gon' tweak with the tweakers?
I don't pop xannies, I'm not a sleeper
I be on six and thirty toting heaters
Bitch I got stripes like Adidas
Shit they doing not cool
Shit they talking 'bout fu'
When I see the opps I blew
'Nother opp, yeah I hit they blue

[TaySav:]
How you gon' tweak with the tweakers?
When I pop a perc I be leaning
I'm on the pour and it's cold like a preacher
My niggas they evil like freezer
The shit y'all be doing so lame
I be posted on pack with the saints
Catch an opp, we gon' aim for his brains
Please don't think that this shit is a game

[FBG Duck:]
In the trap smoking reefer
Getting topped by an eater
Hell nah I ain't feed her
Kick the bitch out 'cause I really don't need her
Back to the block with my motherfucking shooters
They gon' shoot if I tell 'em to shoot you
Finish your chicken but bitch it's not Hooters
We stealing your life like we boosters

[TaySav:]
This Glock on me slick, Rick the Ruler
If not than your ass is gon' be Ferris Bueller
We snatching your chain like we don't fuck with jewellers
We catch you, we kill you, don't drill off computers
Free my bro Chatta, I swear he ain't do it
Until we can prove it, he stuck in that cell
Probation hold so he don't got a bail
But when my bro come home he gon' be on his way up

[FBG Duck:]
Fuck around, pull up on you in an Uber
Shoot you the motherfucking bale
Thirty-eight special, ain't leaving no shells
Bitch we make sure you ain't able to tell

[TaySav:]
I would just leave your ass hotter than hell
I got bread on the four, ain't no time for the mail
Cop me a brick, break it donw, fuck a scale
Eyeball the whip, if it's short I can tell

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?