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

Geluid


Koppel


Moeilijkheidsgraad


Accent



interfacetaal

nl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie beleid   |   Steun   |   FAQ
1
registreren / inloggen
Lyrkit

doneren

5$

Lyrkit

doneren

10$

Lyrkit

doneren

20$

Lyrkit

En/of steun mij op sociaal gebied. netwerken:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Young Pappy

Straight Bars

 

Straight Bars

(album: 2 Cups - 2014)


I'm like hoe let's get straight to it
All I gotta say let's do it
Give a nigga so much brain she clueless
You had your chance god damn but you blew it? Fuck
RIP my bro PB, and you know me I'm P.B.G
So bring them niggas up to a L.O.C
Die L's we do that A-L-O-T
But I ain't tryna put them niggas on
So I'mma stop mentioning them in my songs
I'm finna sound like Kanye but I spit like Jay
So a nigga better watch my throne! Hold on
Riding around in this Maybach
But I ain't signed with Maybach
I'm addicted to paychecks
Wanna put that shit up boy I take that
Bought me a ounce of the yack that dope
Bought a rolex with the tales I've wrote
Got me a mac that's equipped with a scope
That's some shit that'll put a nigga head on a slope
Make a nigga wanna get down
Fuck around me? Fuck around get found
And I'm from the pole where it's cold got poles so loud
It'll make a nigga wanna skip town
That bitch go boom, my whip go zoom
And free my brother Prince, man he coming home soon
My brothers got guns same guns off doom
Coming through blowing in a halloween costume
I done popped every molly every pill you can think
My eyes so fucked you would think I don't blink
And free my nigga Trav free Skrilla free Blinks
Guns get to drawing like I'm handing out ink
I smoke that strong that gas that stink
I got a bad bitch and she running in to see
And niggas get mad wanna hate cause I'm hot
I'm the same nigga made sure you ain't on the block
Tell nigga make weight lil nigga I'm back
TFG the squad lil nigga we back
All my niggas young and they all tote straps
And we all we got so my niggas don't lack, hold on
Lil nigga I'm back
TFG the squad lil nigga we back
All my niggas young and we all tote straps
And we all we got so my niggas don't lack, hold on
Take a hit of this yack
Put me on your track and you will get taxed
I got another ounce lil nigga no sacs
And I ain't smoking loud [?]
And I been getting money with the bros
Counting, stunting, Glock with a silencer that sound like nothing
I point it at the crowd and they all get running
Anybody stick around get what they got coming
A bitch tell me I made her sick to her stomach
But we'll be back cause I put this dick in her stomach
Man, fuck all these broke ass niggas man!

klaar

Heb je alle onbekende woorden uit dit nummer toegevoegd?