Текст, перевод и аккорды “Megaman”
- [Verse 1:] Faded off the kush I'm gone Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home Looking like my Grammo, my niggas got that ammo We jack son then light up that “L”, Samuel Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that p-ssy on me Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King I get deep in that p-ssy, dig her out, surgery F-cking with a real nigga, f-cking right, certainly Break in your f-cking home, take your life, burglary Whoa nigga, die slow nigga For dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga Unload nigga, reload nigga Tools on deck, Home Depot nigga Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off I'm good, I'm 100 like a fastball It's Carter 4! (Yeah) (I'm going back in man) (Yeah) [Verse 2:] We get f-ck y'all money, how you want to play it? That AK sleep on the side of my bed That's one eye closed, one eye open Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the nigga to f-ck with This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball, ball like Steve Harvey, The heater I'm a tuck her, tuck her like Dolores, That's my word like, word like the-saurus I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord Fear nobody but God almighty Shoot that motherf-cker till I get arthritis I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class I'm a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash I don't talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet I go so hard, I go so mean, I'm so New Orleans Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me Forget the bullshit and remember me
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