MIKKEY HALSTED – BUCK 50 歌詞

I’m in that SS, paint drippin’
Whole family in, nigga this Thanksgiving
We don’t cop these hoes, there’s no babysitting
If you can pull one go ahead, yo, I ain’t trippin’
They don’t love us, they only love the bottles
I see through ‘em like I do falone with Picasso’s
I swear y’all sweeter than Muscatto
That’s why my bottom bitch is lookin’ like a top model
G, I’m a boss, you a runka
She leave me, she the fool
Nigga, you deserve her
I talk that talk, Charlie I live that shy life
I’m surgical with it, my penmanship is my knife
The beat is the canvass, the clip is bananas
A thousand bodies on the shit that I branded
You suckers better dunk
Nigga get little (get little), move around
Till they move my brother bump, I remove the crown

I heard somebody lookin’ for me
But somebody better tell him (tell him)
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin’, the flow ringin’
I don’t know why these niggas playin’ with me
But somebody better tell ‘em
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin’, the flow ringin’
Call the coroner

Listen
Billion dollar dose, trillion dollar visions
I never think small, that’s mental prison
I got with understanding, I called it wisdom
Y’all got wings but don’t fly, y’all so fuckin’ chickens
The ladies love me, all the lames hate
Missin’ my homies, tryna avoid the same fate
On the true and livin’, all these niggas to a cision
Stories don’t add up, must be that new addition
I’m what the gang’s misin’, what y’all would do without me?
I’m from the hundreds Joe, I grew up with a zoo around me
I made out with the foxes and hung with gorillas
For when the rats will set you up and the pigs will kill ya
I’m ‘bout the skrilla, these suckers are familiar
Every verse is a 10, every song a picture
Charlie y’all woof, I deliver
Should hold the tiger on the cover, this is fuckin’ thrilla

I heard somebody lookin’ for me
But somebody better tell him
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin’, the flow ringin’
I don’t know why these niggas playin’ with me
But somebody better tell ‘em
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin’, the flow ringin’
Call the coroner

Never slumber, I sleep when I’m dead
I give niggas food for thought, you could eat what I said
I’ve been bit and spitten out and put back in niggas mouths
And the shout of my name rings bells down south
I’m young, fly, told y’all it’s a marathon
I run, shot ha ha
I love now, other slum
I hung by where the young die
Where the mothers wave their sons bye
Listen, the crack here got it wilder than Iraq here
Even Martin Luther King would have a strap here
Ask around, I’m the leader of the pack here
I’m Louie the 13th, y’all tap here
I’m so ahead of my time, these niggas so behind me
‘Bout to Star Trek in these pussies like I would be dinnin’
Carreras on, crib flyin’
I’ve been that nigga but it’s just time

I heard somebody lookin’ for me
But somebody better tell him
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin’, the flow ringin’
I don’t know why these niggas playin’ with me
But somebody better tell ‘em
There’s gonna be a lot of slow singin’, the flow ringin’
Call the coroner

This shit we get y’all is the streets anthem
Rose the red bottle before you get in this motherfucker
Castro.

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