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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yemme
Yemme
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alan Peck
Alan Peck
Songwriter:in
Mike Matuli
Mike Matuli
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Yemme
Yemme
Co-Produzent:in

Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah Damn, what should I say this time You know I don't play bout' mine You know that I'm tired of trying You know that your tryna be silent I'm bout to hop on a private Told the pilot let me fly it Fuck a different state, bitch I'll take you to a different place, bitch This not a whip, this a spaceship Suck my dick, how it taste, bitch When I come through that's yo doom Your bitch fuck with my tunes She pick and choose and you lose Three deep shooting with my goons It never come down to a truce Feel like I got nothin to lose Watch how we came to his block My gun came crashing, put on a stock You ain't get that, did you I put the pressor on the pistol If you press me, send a missile And I bet it's not gon miss you Me and gang too official Lean in my cup, you can hear it trickle Bullets hit him, not gon tickle Stay with them green tips like a pickle Yeah, Polamalu they gon pick you Got my dogs tell em sick you If he made a rap im really gon diss you Yeah that's the way how it be and nobody starve if everybody eat Nothin on a nigga cheap, rocking the chrome hearts Ima priest Yeah, she get hit like a tee How you trust her if she fuckin on me I'm the one they wanna be Goddamn I need sleep watch your tone bitch for' you see Aye, Ima hold back this time Ima tap that I think she a dime, I pick that bitch out a line The range rover get off in no time, you don't wanna see it slide I'm like a bomb I blow up her mind, she look at me like I'm blind You not free of charge of my time, your gonna have to pay a fine If passing dimes was a crime, I'd be locked up for life G-Lock number 9, know I keep it by my side Reload when it fye, Ima hit em in his eye, Ima pop him like surprise Please don't try to switch sides, life a game i'm rolling dice, I hit the two step twice She gimme head on sight Feel like uzi, Ima buy it If you wanna test us, try it I'm telling you now that we violent I'm an assassin in silence, in the distance hear a siren Put it in sport mode, watch it get off I am the nigga that she tryna live off We on his block have a spin off It ain't shit to knock his bitch off
Writer(s): Alan Peck, Mike Matuli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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