Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Who Shot You?, artista - Cash Kidd. Data di rilascio: 05.12.2019
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Who Shot You? |
| Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections |
| And get your basic ass bitch out my texts |
| Niggas get caught turn to usher get confessions |
| She said nigga you just want to fuck bitch you guessed it |
| Mama told me I need sleep I look restless |
| Ma I’m tryna move you I can’t miss out on these extras |
| ROTC my niggas suited and they steppin' |
| Pull up get to beating on shit David Wesson |
| Pull up she gone eat the whole dick up for breakfast |
| I can still fuck I’d rather shit on my ex’s |
| Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive |
| Spikes on my shoes these bitches looking like a cactus |
| Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin |
| Broke bitch irritate my soul imma pass it |
| Damn I heard what happened that day dawg it was tragic |
| How you start a war but get caught out here lackin |
| Ain’t got shit In my pants but a light dub |
| Don’t tempt me I’ll leave it in this night club |
| Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up |
| But that’s gone be the reason yo shit gone get chopped up |
| Nah ion know who shot that nigga it was not us |
| Pockets ain’t have nothing now they look like they got knocked up |
| She so stupid with the head call her CyDuck |
| I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb |
| I know I been distant tryin to keep from getting locked up |
| Tryna give my people sum to be proud of |
| Roddy Rich gotta ride with one or imma die young |
| Got the .45 like 9 bucks |
| Who the fuck you lil a niggas tryna size up |
| Get yo stupid ass fi’ed on the fi’ed up |
| Who car strapped like the police behind us |
| In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk |
| «Aye» nigga drop sum |
| Opp huntin give him shots like he got sum |
| Aye between me n Mel that’s a light hundred |
| Got blue jeans on me like I’m dry humpin |
| R.I.P. Jeff I treat don like he my Brotha |
| Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot Funyun |
| Betta watch that bitch that you love cuz she opp fuckin |
| Woke up like damn could’ve sworn I had socks on |
| Bitch what the fuck you a whole demon |
| High as hell got my soul leavin |
| Free my dawgs locked up all 4 seasons |
| Gotta keep yo head up like yo nose bleeding |
| Bought her some new titties now she can show cleavage |
| Ain’t gone call her pulled the bitch for no reason |
| Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces |
| Street sweeper like im road cleanin |
| Can’t trust these niggas and these hoes neither |
| She a whole creamer but ion need her |
| You ran across my mind when I was getting my dicked suck |
| Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up |
| You know when you get me off that henny I mix up |
| You know when I get all In that pussy I Mix up |
| What’s the point of tellin me you never gone switch up |
| Knowing when that shit get tough you gone give up |
| Now I’m cross the world still throwing the 6 up |
| Water on my throat but I ain’t got the hiccups |
| Please stop calling my phone and harassing |
| Ion know who shot him can you please stop askin |
| I ain’t feel like punching up today I’m straight cashing |
| Use to be broke thank god im livin fancy |
| Niggas hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B |
| Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy |
| 20k on me in the sto' stealing candy |