O maior acervo dedicado ao RAP! 31451 letras disponíveis.
Back LA - feat. Na-Kel Smith
Descrição
Descrição ainda não cadastrada.
Letra
Gave a nigga my last, how could you hate on me?
When I was packin' my bag, why you ain't wait on me?
Hopped my ass in that cab, took it way upstream
Pullin' all of my scabs, hopin' they don't bleed
I have my last in my pocket with the stakes on me
I was goin' so fast, I ain't have no brakes on me
Pull up with a bad bitch, she like "it's a lake on me"
And just so you know we back here, we splittin' the seat
Yeah, I'm in LA, yeah, you know I'm splittin' the tree
Gotta get the cake, OD
Movin' fast like Usain on me
No, I don't skate but the bitch say
My body so long, she wanna play on me
My nigga wasn't nervous, weren't no shakes on me
I'm just tryna keep it sane and remain lowkey
I'm in the crib scrapin' plates all clean
Jaw lock, molly rock, got my face all mean
Last time I drunk at a show
I had to throw the drank in the face of the security
In the club tryna take y'all drinks
Still cut the steak off clean
And I'm lookin' like a stringbean
Bitch say my T-bone mean
Still take it all for the team
You niggas all for the clout, might pound for the cheese
And I've seen shit go wrong 'round these streets
You don't know me, see
Sports wasn't organized, can't switch on my team
Still stick to the schemes (Still meddling)
This on your scalp, you know I'm talkin' 'bout that beam
Good pussy bustin' like the old couch out the springs
Aah! (Fuck!)
Aah! (Fuck!)
Bitches gon' love that, bitches gon' love that!
Bitches gon' love that!
Bitches definitely don't love that shit, nigga! You know me, we in the kitchen with it! We in the kitchen with it! You ain't gon' tell me nothin'! We 3,000 miles away in this bitch! You ain't gon' tell me nothin', nigga! We here
Yeah!
Aah!
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Nigga's gone crazy
Gírias
Gírias ainda não cadastradas.