Firestarr
Fredro Starr lyrics
Fredro Starr lyrics
"Big Shots - Featuring Sin Lyrics"
Ausencia Lyrics
Pensarte, desde mi ventana me agranda, me alcanza no es verdad Y puedo, cuidarme solo me expongo, me pierdo cudame t Junto a t soy ms valiente cuando la batalla se perdi
feat. Begetz, Sincere
[Chorus: Begetz]
Aiyo we Big Shots, we Big Shots
And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
So we them true-to-life killas, killas
We takin Other People Money, they money
And then we buyin all the cars, the cars
Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo we stars, we stars
[Fredro Starr]
I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New Yo
Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk
Throwin hits at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this
45th, burnin my fist, pullin shades down, murderous bitch
Anonymous threats, blueprints designin ya death
Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex
Fadam
Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest
Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates
Black robes, funeral homes, shootin ya wake
Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin
Other People Money, we kill men
[Chorus]
[Sincere]
My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull
Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you
Mafia style, boss me? Body a child
When I
Five years in the pen, separated from friends
I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun
Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist
The type to chase death, like faces of death
Sippin the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me
I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me
Claimin my Church, the type to put 'woke' in the church
If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt
Bustin my gun, who you know f
Pensarte, desde mi ventana me agranda, me alcanza no es verdad Y puedo, cuidarme solo me expongo, me pierdo cudame t Junto a t soy ms valiente cuando la batalla se perdi
feat. Begetz, Sincere
[Chorus: Begetz]
Aiyo we Big Shots, we Big Shots
And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches
I only fucks wit my niggas, my niggas
So we them true-to-life killas, killas
We takin Other People Money, they money
And then we buyin all the cars, the cars
Man bump 'em on chrome, chrome
Besides that yo we stars, we stars
[Fredro Starr]
I'm the Gafo DeGafo, boss of New Yo
Horizons Lyrics
I want to want to sail a boat across the sea Four winds four winds in the sails and in me See all the all the time I wasted from you Got to got to get so closer to you I see the horizon
rkI want to want to sail a boat across the sea Four winds four winds in the sails and in me See all the all the time I wasted from you Got to got to get so closer to you I see the horizon
Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch what I talk
Throwin hits at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys, on convertible whips, the verdict is this
45th, burnin my fist, pullin shades down, murderous bitch
Anonymous threats, blueprints designin ya death
Organize crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex
Fadam
Heist of the Century Lyrics
featuring Killa Sin [Killa Sin] Ski masked the First National for a half a mill' It's real fuck rational Your armored truck stuck like dustheads for my collateral Certi
r Begetz, killas might climb in ya restfeaturing Killa Sin [Killa Sin] Ski masked the First National for a half a mill' It's real fuck rational Your armored truck stuck like dustheads for my collateral Certi
Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest
Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates
Black robes, funeral homes, shootin ya wake
Kidnap, raised as children, to be rulin
Other People Money, we kill men
[Chorus]
[Sincere]
My goods pull, like Sammy the Bull
Sin'll pop you, D.O.A.'ll bomb you
Mafia style, boss me? Body a child
When I
Vi Wolf Passion Lyrics
Uden Sorrig for det, som svandt Han drager paa nye & farlig Frd Hans eeneste Sorrig vre at han intet fandt Som vaer een Taare vrdt Til han Medynk saae I hendes ine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
et locked it's like Gotti on trialUden Sorrig for det, som svandt Han drager paa nye & farlig Frd Hans eeneste Sorrig vre at han intet fandt Som vaer een Taare vrdt Til han Medynk saae I hendes ine, der alt Lius vaer tendt
Five years in the pen, separated from friends
I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun
Blow in ya face, stab you below ya waist
The type to chase death, like faces of death
Sippin the Henny, pray, let the Lord forgive me
I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me
Claimin my Church, the type to put 'woke' in the church
If my gun jerk, more holes in ya shirt
Bustin my gun, who you know f