sometimes i love just having the instrumental and rapping word for word at the top of my head, the feeling when u know ur still in sync, i love $B so much
@@ulisexo666 he’s asking if you got the original beat from the boys’ recording session or if you perfectly reproduced the beat. i was wondering the same thing cause its identical
@@bitu5519 yes, now that I rlly listen tho, the snare sounds a lil off, still a very good remake tho, almost unnoticeable u have to have rlly good ears to hear that lol
Please babygirl I'll suck toes on my momma on ohdee o block just cuz idek Bru j let me make music to end this hell suicide filled thought caught stock tracks with a blazer n a spiff shit honestly I jus wanna write rhymes I see ruby oct 31 he a god no sauce pull up pot, talk coke, yuck,. Snot , wowo ,puke? Damn shook how I t go damn fuck this life I'ma throw might just write a rap here and freeze ya life I don't care take a flight all the homies tight ink on our skin fuck it g59 970 jus might throw UP fuck what's in this CUP what you sneak shit did it to myself don't know why I'm hurt uzi yu the man didn't mean to make ya hurt 6*6*6* *** until I die that truth 42 what I do streets cold streets wicked, lately my mind been twisted,. Crow in my ear fills me with fear can't fuck with a queer
Letras Videos Escuchar Resultados principales Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wetto, Wetto, Wetto Wet, wet, wet Wet, wet, wet (Wetto!) I got the Glock in my yoga pants Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance Swangin' that K with an open stance Loaded from smoking that opium Stain a lil' boy in the clothes he's in All of my walls, they closing in 51-50, they tryna come get me Just minding my business and moseying Matte black, smokin' packs Panic attacks, back to back Xanax on my lap, debating (hmm) Should I relapse? But back to the hoe I was talkin' 'bout I just wanna put it up in her mouth Pimping up in my blood, what's up cuz? Thuggin' that dirty South Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59 Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side $licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water (ay!) Any time, any place, any hood, any state Good 'til it fuckin' ain't, Woods to the fucking face Ridin' with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased Poet when I'm spitting game (game) Show me how that pussy shaved (shaved) Dosage climbin' with my shame (shame) Mama crying for my pain (pain) Will they ever understand? Can I even help my dad? Money fuckin' up my fam' Givin' until there's nothing left Pulling up in that latest (damn!) Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends Hoe we just fucking, I don't date fans I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans Went to my hood and I copped some land Blowing through money like Democrats Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax Why the fuck you look to me for help? There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt I'm 31, still don't know how to take care of myself Honestly, I'm scared that I might melt Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt Maybe in the next life I'll come back as a nice belt, I don't know There's a fine line between me and you The biggest difference is I'll snort that shit and prolly puke Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through But I'm still shinin', baby girl wildin' Catch me ridin' by with that look in my eyes Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my nine Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height Standin' tall over my grave
