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Data di rilascio: 26.11.2015
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Off Top Of The Head |
Mic check me |
And don’t nobody talk that shit like you, Gotti |
Ayy, we got about three minutes on this one |
Aight |
We gotta give 'em that shootoff shit |
Aight |
Off the top |
Aight |
Three minutes |
Let’s go |
This that CM8, nigga, fuck a tape, this a classic |
This that fresh up off the digi scale to the plastic |
This that if you go against the hood, shit get drastic |
This that in the kitchen flippin' dope like a gymnastic |
This what they been waitin' on |
Pulled up in that Lamb', nigga, this what they been hatin' on |
Plus I put my mans on |
I’m the man, I, I’m the man |
I made myself a million and started off with three grams |
That’s an 8 ball, I ain’t talkin' 8 ball |
The hood I’m livin' legend, like I’m 8Ball |
I seen straight hoes turn to killers |
'Cause you got more money don’t make you realer |
I ain’t never talkin' no loss and I ain’t talkin' down on my dawgs |
(Nah, nah, keep goin') |
And I ain’t goin' to war 'bout no broad unless it’s my mama, nigga |
I’m a rich crip, |
, I’m Osama, nigga |
(Ha, you heard this shit, Leo?) |
(I said |
, nigga |
I need a women like the first lady |
So she she can have fourth baby |
So I can buy my fifth crib |
And get that bitch a whole meal |
I can change the floor when I wanna or how I wanna |
Do what I wanna, when I wanna |
I’ve been sellin' legal, any legal, Marijuana, I’m a hustler, ain’t it |
Turn his ass into an organ donor |
Run his ass |
, you barred |
Bitch hurt your heart, you’re scared |
I understand, it’s hard |
Sike, fuck a bitch and fuck everything about the bitch and fuck her nigga too |
And fuck what you’re goin' through and what you’ve been through and who you |
came to |
I’ve been drinkin' Hennessy thinkin' 'bout the |
with 'em |
'Til I catch up with 'em and put the TEC to 'em |
'Til I catch up with your partners 'cause I’m next to 'em |
Then I write him off the list, put an «X» to 'em |
(Then go back to CM1, go off) |
This that OG cocaine music shit, that shootoff |
Back when I was havin' shootouts right in front of |
house |
Back when me and Grip was breakin' half of bricks down in Big G’s house |
Back when me and Dee was skippin' school and takin' hoes to eat out |
Back when I got my first crib, we turnt that bitch into a fuck house |
Then we start robbin' then we turnt that to the duck out |
You can ask my mama, nigga, |
bust out |
Fucked up so many rooms that she told me to get the fuck out |
So I got the fuck out, ran my money the fuck up |
Convinced my plug to trust us, then I fucked his sack up |
This flow too slow, so I gotta speed it up |
Bad bitch, beat it up |
Never ever eat it up |
I’ma leave her boyfriend for that |
Real nigga, frontline |
On sight, I’m fine |
True hustler bloodline, gotta love that |
CM8 |