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Мова пісні: Англійська
Freestyle |
| Stuntman |
| Aye Rob, I think the feds is listenin' |
| You ain’t talkin money lil' baby don’t wanna hear it |
| Probably catch me on the tint, burnin' rubber when I be steerin' |
| I could never tell my mom 'bout the voices that I been hearin' |
| And if it ain’t a dollar y’all never see me near it |
| Most these niggas hoes, they just for show, they livin' a gimmick |
| Gotta stay ten toes, live by the code, and not some lyrics |
| If them niggas speakin' on your name you better clear it |
| He was speakin' on the gang, now he sleep with the spirits |
| Got the devil in my ear, we face to face in the mirror (aye) |
| Nigga Glock nines, 40's, AK’s up in here |
| Give a fuck 'bout some cause Imma really take it there |
| Why these niggas lyin'? It’s okay to be a square |
| Niggas showin' signs, and I ain’t blind, I’m aware |
| The other side dyin', fine, I don’t care |
| Get popped like tires, and we slide, ain’t talkin' spares |
| And if he ain’t shoot the fire off when he died, I don’t care |
| They the reason niggas havin' nightmares |
| Hoe shit, we ain’t never let it fly here |
| And these broke bitches always talkin' 'bout it’s my year |
| Money on my face baby I don’t cry tears |
| Niggas be spaceship when I see Buzz Lightyear |
| I don’t trust nothin', I got a gun right here |
| Light bitch, not basic, I could fuck right here |
| Lil' lightskin baby, she like to suck it when I stare |
| Aye, lil' thick bitch, she talkin' money, trap |
| And Imma hit her soon, I get the shit I need |
| Hit her from the back, I got her screamin' daddy please |
| Aye, bitch I’m that nigga guaranteed |
| Lil' bitch, think that Imma |
| Still suckin' dick, why this bitch a pair of knees |
| Aye, bowlin' in these Jordan 23's |
| I need money, I need weed, and a fifth of Hennessy |
| Niggas scared to rob with they metal, I can’t fuck with that |
| He done sold his soul to the devil, now he want it back |
| Traplantic mode, I came in this bitch with a hunnid pack |
| Hold on, dead homies, gotta run that back |
| Niggas scared to rob with they metal, I can’t fuck with that |
| He done sold his soul to the devil, now he want it back |
| Traplantic mode, I came in this bitch with a hunnid pack |
| Aye, pass me the pole, I make this bitch have a heart attack |
| Aye Rob, I think the feds is listenin' |
| Fucked around and started that |
| Fucked up, I won’t never get my daughters back |
| Stuntman |
| Why they keep tellin' me I fell off, this where I started at |
| Swear to be me instead of Adam if I can get him back |
| Swear to God I’m tired of losin' friends man, this shit whack |
| Twenty bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, did that |