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

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
03 Greedo

Paranoid

 

Paranoid

(album: Purple Summer 2: Son Don't Shine - 2016)


We could kill it, yeah
We could, we could, we could

We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid
We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid

I could be on Billboard, we'll get to that
Gotta do it for the streets, so I remember that
I'ma let 'em see me struggle, let 'em see me hustle
I be in the field tryna ball and you ain't in my huddle
I'ma put on pieces, meet your pieces, leave your peoples puzzles
I went from that Polo puff to Moncler, you see me bubble
Greedy tryna eat Ruffles, all over the seat, rushing
Tryna leave the scene, I'm Mr. Clean in the kitchen
Wipe me down off the muscle
Paint the perfect picture, we be toting and we don't tussle
Drop single after single, tryna get up there to platinum
Double times, hustle grind, drugs and lines
Chopper jump like Busta Rhymes with suppressors, uh

We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid
We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid

Lil bitch, I'ma let you trip, right here front your peoples
If you really was a threat I'd have my peoples come and meet you
Got guns when we greet you, done drums when we beat you
I be creeping, I'm a creature, fold you up, gon' do a feature
Like it's nothing, buck buck, blowers bucking
Got the rock, smashing pumpkins, got the blow if you be bumping
Got the glass but I don't touch it like I'm fresh out of the car wash
Like bitch don't push my buttons, like the window, blow the AC
Gotta get gone, time for her replacement
Young nigga started from the motherfucking basements
Stacks off a pack, bring it back, re-up and I put up
Then I go and blow the rest at Saks, I got stacks off a pack

We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid
We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?