Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Wired, artista - LUD FOE. Data di rilascio: 31.12.2016
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Wired |
| Fuck these hoes, all these bitches stale |
| Boy you broke as hell |
| Go to jail, you can’t make your bail |
| So you will probably tell |
| Pop a flat, now I’m high as hell |
| I feel like Ezel |
| War time, better not come outside |
| I shoot packs of steel |
| Hardbody, only been a month |
| I’m already healed |
| How you feel? jewelry cold as hell |
| But I ain’t got no chill |
| I’m so high I don’t wanna sign with no record deal |
| I’m so high I ain’t coming down, I don’t like how it feel |
| You broke ass niggas make me sick, throw up |
| You broke, then you need fix it, get your dough up |
| Got knots that don’t fold up for shit, bitch! |
| Bitch I’m hotter than some lava, but I’m cold as it gets |
| Don’t worry bout me, nigga worry bout your bitch |
| She was staring at my whip, my rims blew her a kiss |
| I’m Jordan, Michael with this sniper rifle |
| I just won’t miss |
| Don’t know the time these VVS’s hitting check out my wrist |
| A lot of fucking junkies in the traphouse |
| Don’t gamble with your life cuz you’ll crap out |
| Tell foenem bring the mac out |
| If you run they blow ya back out |
| I fucked her from the back |
| And fucked around and pulled her track out |
| I’m in the old school Dunk, I should name it Jerry Stackhouse |
| Big bank lil bank, he couldn’t even pull a stack out |
| And bitch if I was the president, I’ll turn it into a black house |
| My clip longer than a movie if you niggas wanna act out |
| I wake up in the morning its a pass out |
| Bitch I’m trailling sand up in my castle |
| Nigga I don’t box and I don’t wrestle |
| Up my .40 cal and make it smack you |
| Bitches let me fuck em with no hassle |
| We throw bullets, but these bullets tackle |
| I drowned that bitch with crystal |
| Told her gargle |
| She couldn’t take it, so she spit it out, and lost her marbles |
| You won’t make it in this battlefield |
| You’s a tattle tale |
| Take my bitch and dress her in Chanel now she fly as hell |
| Nigga we got pounds, we got bales and this shit for sale |
| Baggin dope, still got residue in my fucking nail |
| Weight it up, put it on that thang |
| I done broke the scale |
| Foreign trucks, sitting on them thangs |
| Sitting high as hell |
| Heard the breath under my hood |
| I done broke the wheel |
| Get my roll on, that’s a big tymer of a pill |
| When I was a shorty yeah they called me lil wheel |
| Bitch I always knew I was gonna ball like Little Bill |
| I went blind, I couldn’t tell the time |
| But my diamonds real |
| Red bitch, she got sex appeal, red bottom heels |