Reputation - State Property, Peedi Crakk, Young Chris

Reputation - State Property, Peedi Crakk, Young Chris

Альбом
Month of Madness, Vol. 12
Год
2014
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
195140

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Reputation

State Property, Peedi Crakk, Young Chris

Where a nigga disrespect that’s why I leave me

Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me

Cuz in these streets my reputation precedes me

Where a nigga disrespect that’s why I leave me

Fuck around, you gon need the whole family to help you

Throw a bullet at you bitch ass, man it ain’t welcome

Put em under the pressure, know the gun is his fresher

Got the best shit in the city and the numbers is lesser

, the 's white 2pac, before had it, I’m on to salad

Nigga we been the best, before you knew Khaled

Mastered the trap like P, is you bout it?

Jumping out of jets at 16

Straight from the block had a nigga on big screens

Neighbors telling mama I was cutting class

Look at your boy on a hell of a path

Bitch niggas all hate, they don’t love it for real

I’m here to murder pussy boy, slug in your grill

Ready to die, just the life we live

We killing everything moving except for wife and the kids

Kill em all!

Bitches want to fuck, they don’t want to work

I don’t give a fuck about no pussy, where the work

Big black matt, do my own dirt

Asking where I been at, I been in that wave surf

First things first, man you’re fucking with the worst

Wouldn’t piss in her mouth if a bitch was dying of thirst

I’m providing the murder, your mama supplied the hearse

Since birth, original hot boy like turf

Hop up out the shower, feel like I got the power

Paper god, play a level, pocket on fire

Big boy bourbon, 32 on the tire

Pull up wearing a turban, dirty, no license

Fired a firearm, quiet storm

Dress warm, cold world, I got to keep the hoodie on

Classic, keep an oldie but goodie on

Peed Crakk shit, showing rappers what they should be doing

We’re out here touring the spots you never heard of

In the states we’re touring with Glocks, we’re not nervous

Pop off, hop in the whip with my burner

It’s a state property clique, we all murder

Best beard ever, keep the

That’s the KR swing down your way with the desert

Know I’m with the bad, yes I’m a king

And before I ever sing used to sling with the peasants

Fuck with kid who jump of the sink

You no longer live, go hang with the reverend

Get dough all for spitting, Don’t offer pies

Get dough 365 24 7

Fuck Freeway, just call me doughman

Best flow man, big beard like an old man

Grown man, hold weight like I’m rose and

Angry tiring, I sling iron like I’m Conan

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