[Intro] (Yeah, yeah) Tu sai già chi è, fra' (ok) Fuori col cuore ghiacciato, sopra la city gelata Resto da solo, ma il suono ti spara (skrrt, skrrt) [Ritornello] Giro per strada, fra', non c'è più pace, no Tra gente falsa che cerca soltanto lo show Parlano troppo, ma niente di quello è real Io resto vero, fra', fino all'ultimo round (ah, ah) [Strofa 1] Vengo dal basso, dove il cielo non brilla Dove ogni passo, fra', ti costa una sfida Dicono tutti che sono cambiato (eh?) Ma è la mia zona che mi ha plasmato (bam) Scarpe sporche sul cemento (skrrt) Corro veloce, ma resto attento Non voglio scuse, fra', voglio il tempo Per dare a chi amo tutto quello che ho dentro (yeah) [Bridge] Sopra la moto, le luci che flashano (brum) Faccio i miei giri, ma il cuore si spezza, bro Conto i peccati, ma non li cancello So che ogni errore è un pezzo del puzzle (ah-ah) [Ritornello] Giro per strada, fra', non c'è più pace, no Tra gente falsa che cerca soltanto lo show Parlano troppo, ma niente di quello è real Io resto vero, fra', fino all'ultimo round (ah, ah) [Strofa 2] Guarda la pioggia che bagna il quartiere Sogni di lusso tra mille barriere Frate, lo sai, qui nessuno ti vede Ma senti il tuo nome se fottono bene (pow) Occhi rossi sotto il cappuccio Cerco la strada, ma sempre nell’ombra Non faccio rumore, ma lascio una bomba Che esplode in silenzio, fra', sotto la luna (boom) [Outro] Non cambio mai per nessuno, no (mai) Resto nel gioco finché posso (yeah) Porto la mia voce in alto Fino al cielo sopra il blocco (skrrt, skrrt) [Ritornello Finale] Giro per strada, fra', non c'è più pace, no Tra gente falsa che cerca soltanto lo show Parlano troppo, ma niente di quello è real Io resto vero, fra', fino all'ultimo round (ah, ah). I
Oi, Shotty Shane, how you get that name? Just call Double Tap, you ain't got no aim Oi, stay in your lane, have you gone insane? When I slap that gauge, nearly blew out his brain Shotgun Shane, man's name for a reason Creepin', side by side gon' greet him Look at him peeping, try Grim Reap him But who have you bun? I ain't into the speakin' I lit up that crib, go ask - I slapped it at -, I slapped it at - I slapped it at -, we slapped it at - Bro, who you think slapped it at -? Double Tap love the over and under Eight plus two double one, that's my number Double Tap fling corn in your jumper Side by side in the ride, that's thunder (Rap, rap, rap) Rap or trap? Digga D or Dappz? Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap Double Tap, double back it and slap Music thing, got me seein' these racks Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax I keep spendin' money on straps Pendin' waps and pendin' packs (Rap, rap, rap) Rap or trap? Digga D or Dappz? Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap Double Tap, double back it and slap Music thing, got me seein' these racks Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax I keep spendin' money on straps Pendin' waps and pendin' packs Oi, Dappz, what's the chat? I'm in the stu' I'm in the trap, I'm in the booth, I'm washing this crack Just finished this tune, just finished this pack "Bro put a box in draws, 3-5 on scores, " it was Digga that said that But you know that it was Dappz that done that Pack, won't run back, you know man take that Yo, Digga D, man talk 'bout Dappz's life For a blud, that Dappz done put on his knife With the bine that I filled up, Double Tap's .9 Shotty Shane got his name from double-tap times I just reloaded, it weren't an old song on Capital Xtra Still pull up on ding dong peds .35 or a Benz or a ding dong Vespa (Rap, rap, rap) Rap or trap? Digga D or Dappz? Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap Double Tap, double back it and slap Music thing, got me seein' these racks Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax I keep spendin' money on straps Pendin' waps and pendin' packs (Rap, rap, rap) Rap or trap? Digga D or Dappz? Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap Double Tap, double back it and slap Music thing, got me seein' these racks Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax I keep spendin' money on straps Pendin' waps and pendin' packs (Packs)
20 saal se me chembur ki sadko pe ajjtak koi dala nahi collar oe haath bro Me baat Kara feelings aur dil ki Na baat kara fiilmi toh samj lr baat ko Meri naam ki thi lagyalil fielding meri maa boli seven mat niakl toh raat ko Jab rehtha me ghr k bahar ghussa hai sir k paar Tension satatti hai baatko
Hoood maza 74 toli Marathi Manuski baghto me bahagt nahi zaati Prem kele tar ziyu denar tuzhya me sathi Ann Prem kela ziyu ghenar tujhya me sathi Majhya hood me chukicla bethat nahi maafi Paise chai baat nahi tar disat nahi khaaki Ek Mitra cha murder majya dolya samor Ann ekani ghetlai hai madhe fasi
Tu abhi bhi suenko ko khada per bhai mere bolneko kuch bhi nahi bacha hai baki Mere area me sawant ko milri nahi rakhi Aur kaka ko milri nahi kaaaki Nashe k chakkar Fuk tu suk Gayla khas kahs k dukhreli chaathi Aur wafa ki kemaat hai aise ki jitne lagdo vo kabhi nahi jaati
non è normale tutta sta vita dentro la calle vita normale sogno per me e tutta la callee non è normale tutta sta vita dentro la calle vita normale sogno per me e tutta la callee one shot due shot take one mi fumo tutta questa scena
Tihian Bul kan tran Mi hriat hlawh lo trang Rawn chhim ve rawh ka mei alh In feel em ka drill e thu leh hla A hriat sa e in duh leh dan Lawngtlai khaw pui a sei lian Tan Hlauh tur awm lo thal fei iang Thelh awm lo a target a chiang In Broke a nih chuan rawn feel rawh le Beisei na hla nen hian ka Âwi ang che Beidawn a thiang lo kan zingah In awih lo ka chham sa a tirah Tu fa te’n in maw in Zilh kha In nunah buai ula Oxygen in paih thlawn Mi sel zingah in tam zawk tlat a chawm hlawm In hrat ka chiang inkhawm ai a Înkhawm Biak in hnaih lam a ke pen in vang Min chhin ta che ka theih na te I’m not Proud Mahse ka chiang keimah zawk
Here's a quick, fast-tempo Ice Spice-style diss track for Laaibah with short, punchy lines: --- **Verse 1** Laaibah, you pressed, I took Mohima's side, Now you mad ‘cause I’m on the rise. Actin’ icy, but you can’t chill, Weak disses, girl, you ain’t real. You talk tough, but it’s all cap, Mohima’s my sensei, no lookin' back. You stay hatin', that’s all you do, I’m movin' up while you stuck in the blue. **Chorus** Laaibah, you mad, you lost your place, I’m with Mohima, girl, stay in your space. Keep talkin', but you ain’t that bold, I’m hot right now, you stayin' cold. **Verse 2** You try, but you can’t match the vibe, I’m on top now, you can't survive. All that talk, but you ain’t real, I got Mohima, she’s the deal. You stuck hatin', can’t keep up, While I’m winning, you outta luck. I’m the one, no need to fake, Laaibah, girl, it’s too late. **Chorus** Laaibah, you mad, you lost your place, I’m with Mohima, girl, stay in your space. Keep talkin', but you ain’t that bold, I’m hot right now, you stayin' cold. --- Fast, snappy, and straight to the point. Let me know if you need any tweaks!
[Verse 1] Flipped packs in the flats, that’s daily, Move white, got the block lookin’ hazy. Hood up, Bally on, move wavy, Tings in the boot, that’s a 380. Fiends at the door, they’re chattin’ for Charlie, Kitchen counter lookin’ like a party. Scales on deck, no fish, just flakey, Try rob me? That’s mad, don’t play me. Out in the rain where the fiends get served, Watch them twitch when I hit reverse. Feds on the block, but I swerve and skrrt, Dublin life, we been through worse. [Hook] Big smoke, not talkin’ bout Cali, Push weight, not gym, no Bally. Dark nights, got sticks in the alley, Move quiet but my ting still rally. Green in the bag like it’s St. Paddy’s, White in the line, no snow on the valleys. Bro got links from the sticks to the city, Don’t chat loose, it’s gritty. [Verse 2] Roll up, backroads, don’t leave no trace, Phone blows up when I step in the place. Boys on smoke, mask on my face, One wrong move and I’m pickin’ up pace. Reload fast, it’s gone in the AM, Cats in the flats want a fix, I’ll weigh ‘em. Trapline jumpin’, brr-brr, I’m stayin’, Talk on my name? Your life, I’m takin’. Copped me a Glock, it’s a Dublin toy, Rounds spin fast, no Beyblade boy. Don’t get brave, don’t test my ploy, Might leave a man floatin’, no decoy. [Hook] Big smoke, not talkin’ bout Cali, Push weight, not gym, no Bally. Dark nights, got sticks in the alley, Move quiet but my ting still rally. Green in the bag like it’s St. Paddy’s, White in the line, no snow on the valleys. Bro got links from the sticks to the city, Don’t chat loose, it’s gritty. [Outro] Phone won’t stop, that’s cash on repeat, Life on the line, ten toes on the street. Weed in the blunt, coke in the seat, Keep your head low, or you’ll meet defeat.
She wanna wine and dine But im tryna wine and grime Ona block Ona late night ride 5 man deep thats a perfect glide Me n bro thats Bonnie a Clyde Make her wet when I grip on her thighs Got blinded by love when I looked in her eyes But now its DTB Cant give no trust, Need love not lust, Like why wasnt i first on your mind, I know i said that i love you but darin i lied, Too many times my heart got broke, Turned me into a hearless guy I don’t gang bang but I role with the beater Bad bi like khalifa seniorita i dont lack with da 9 millimetre Feet up smoking that reefa Stay or leave you know I don’t need ya But if your wify best know ima keep ya Griever, all my opps are grievers They Morn for there loss Ima local reaper 16 i was swinging packs Getting rich off cats But I stopped to jump on the rap Man I was tired gripping my shank cash out in the bank Doing cc scams Tryna get Rich quick comes a lot risk with it
Head shot dats peak Leg shots are weak The big 45 will put u to sleep you aint waking up from dis dream Blocks hot like hundred degreess But my hearts cold like ice cream
Camisa 10 Entro em campo Pronto pra fazer o meu legado Independente da partida eu ja sei o resultado Muitas vezes que eu perdia me sentia um fracassado No meio do meu trajeto sempre tinha os arrombado Larguei tudo ate eu tive que deixer de lado Oq adianta o tempo correr e vc ai ficar parado Vida que segue eu vou em busca do meu pedaço Cheguei pronto pra conquistar o meu espaço Tentaram me destruir mas nao sabiam que eu era de aço Talvez ela até deixou meu coração em pedaços As vezes luto tanto que nem sinto o meus braços As um amigo teu só precisa de um abraço Quero ser milionário Mas não quero se mostrar pra ninguém Aumentando meu salário Depois da oração sempre vem um amém Quero ter uma vida boa Mas nem com a malandragem Elas vêm em busca Mas só querem por sacanagem Se pode vir que tem a minha gang sempre tem garagem
i step north i never step west but for them its probably best because i aim just below the chest or filet that bass- im considered a chef blue lights and tape and you know the rest
My lyrics: Your bro wearin blue He really think he a crip Im grindin in the streets Lowkey takin risks And I still go church on Sunday Aint playin no tricks When I get to heaven, I ask God "Who this" (who this) He says its my opp I say I thought u was a cop When he was on earth Filled himself with lustful tho(ugh)ts Thats why he see the golden gates God turns him round he drops Next day he visit my block Next thing you know hes bopped x2 That is how it goes Story of how I rose Music loud on bose Hangin with my bros D (D) drill no 'Throw' You say "swear to God" Read Mathew 5 V 30 Nd' Jus say yes or no Please go fast not slow 12 chasing down my rolls They mad about my goals Controlling my home Town, going straight offroad And never growing old Theres no blood in my souls Never sell ny soul Your bro wearin blue He really think he a crip Im grindin in the streets Lowkey takin risks And I still go church on Sunday Aint playin to tricks When I get to heaven, I ask God "Who this" (who this) Please dont use it commercially even if you do, please credit me❤️😁🙏
Intro] [Ahh Shhhh] [Attacco] you can't control me sono nel blocco a fare i cazzi col mio G, scena italiana come pacco di cocaina e shit, qualche grammo e giuro che ti fotto pur la suite [Ahh] Famiglia milionaria Bro cosa parli di strada, sei cresciuto in casa mica in mezzo alla savana, non c'è gunna senza blakka non c'è chopa senza loca, gioca bene le tue carte prima che finisci in parte [Attacco 2] fotto questo beat come fotto pure la tua bitch, qui in zona fra non c'è censura come a scuola [Pff] se ti becco ti shootto senza farne una storia [Nahh] Zona 2/3//5//7 sei bandito dalla gente [Really?] [bitch man] a prenderlo sei abituato senza amici e malto, tu ricorda che sul nome c'è anche quello di tuo padre, comportati bene per non farglielo pesare [Attacco 3] Truccarti non ti renderà parte di miss italia, sei sempre in scena; a succhiare i piselli di tutta italia, ombretto rossetto per nascondere per nasconder l'ometto, sei riuscita a girare tutto il mondo stando nel tuo blocco, parli solo di me frate invita Kiro al tuo pre-, non chiedere di essere accettata oer ciò che sei, non ti hanno voluto manco gli dei [Attacco 4] Da Milano a casa Blanca la distanza non é tanta, giro sempre con la blaccka se ti becco in giro ti sparo gunna, Hai provato a boicotattarmi diverse volte ahh non sei riuscito a menarmi.. Giuro su dio che ti ho beccato per strada, ma.non mi hai fatto nada [Continuo beat] [Attacco 1 chaman] Fai tanto il duro che di duro hai solo le costole basterebbe una pistola giocattolo per bucarti la fronte Ti nascondi nelle braccia della mami (Tf) 50 Euro persi non mi hanno cambiato la vita Gli faccio in meno di due minuti e ti compro pure la villa (money) Fatturo più della tua family messa insieme Ti vanti tanto delle tue hoe ma ti sei fatto hittare dalla più tro- ( ahhh ) Zucchero a velo sotto il naso non è quello zuccherato ma quello ben pagato [Dahhh] Sono la causa per cui non dormi la sera [player] gioca bene le tue mosse che non fai pena [Attacco 2] Ci sono troppe hoe in giro.. [M] succhiano cazzi pure se hanno il tipo [Pff] ormai tradire lo si fa per prevenzione non sai mai cosa aspettarti dalla loro decisione- one- one- One-
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[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Tu sai già chi è, fra' (ok)
Fuori col cuore ghiacciato, sopra la city gelata
Resto da solo, ma il suono ti spara (skrrt, skrrt)
[Ritornello]
Giro per strada, fra', non c'è più pace, no
Tra gente falsa che cerca soltanto lo show
Parlano troppo, ma niente di quello è real
Io resto vero, fra', fino all'ultimo round (ah, ah)
[Strofa 1]
Vengo dal basso, dove il cielo non brilla
Dove ogni passo, fra', ti costa una sfida
Dicono tutti che sono cambiato (eh?)
Ma è la mia zona che mi ha plasmato (bam)
Scarpe sporche sul cemento (skrrt)
Corro veloce, ma resto attento
Non voglio scuse, fra', voglio il tempo
Per dare a chi amo tutto quello che ho dentro (yeah)
[Bridge]
Sopra la moto, le luci che flashano (brum)
Faccio i miei giri, ma il cuore si spezza, bro
Conto i peccati, ma non li cancello
So che ogni errore è un pezzo del puzzle (ah-ah)
[Ritornello]
Giro per strada, fra', non c'è più pace, no
Tra gente falsa che cerca soltanto lo show
Parlano troppo, ma niente di quello è real
Io resto vero, fra', fino all'ultimo round (ah, ah)
[Strofa 2]
Guarda la pioggia che bagna il quartiere
Sogni di lusso tra mille barriere
Frate, lo sai, qui nessuno ti vede
Ma senti il tuo nome se fottono bene (pow)
Occhi rossi sotto il cappuccio
Cerco la strada, ma sempre nell’ombra
Non faccio rumore, ma lascio una bomba
Che esplode in silenzio, fra', sotto la luna (boom)
[Outro]
Non cambio mai per nessuno, no (mai)
Resto nel gioco finché posso (yeah)
Porto la mia voce in alto
Fino al cielo sopra il blocco (skrrt, skrrt)
[Ritornello Finale]
Giro per strada, fra', non c'è più pace, no
Tra gente falsa che cerca soltanto lo show
Parlano troppo, ma niente di quello è real
Io resto vero, fra', fino all'ultimo round (ah, ah).
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Oi, Shotty Shane, how you get that name?
Just call Double Tap, you ain't got no aim
Oi, stay in your lane, have you gone insane?
When I slap that gauge, nearly blew out his brain
Shotgun Shane, man's name for a reason
Creepin', side by side gon' greet him
Look at him peeping, try Grim Reap him
But who have you bun? I ain't into the speakin'
I lit up that crib, go ask -
I slapped it at -, I slapped it at -
I slapped it at -, we slapped it at -
Bro, who you think slapped it at -?
Double Tap love the over and under
Eight plus two double one, that's my number
Double Tap fling corn in your jumper
Side by side in the ride, that's thunder (Rap, rap, rap)
Rap or trap?
Digga D or Dappz?
Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap
Double Tap, double back it and slap
Music thing, got me seein' these racks
Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax
I keep spendin' money on straps
Pendin' waps and pendin' packs (Rap, rap, rap)
Rap or trap?
Digga D or Dappz?
Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap
Double Tap, double back it and slap
Music thing, got me seein' these racks
Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax
I keep spendin' money on straps
Pendin' waps and pendin' packs
Oi, Dappz, what's the chat? I'm in the stu'
I'm in the trap, I'm in the booth, I'm washing this crack
Just finished this tune, just finished this pack
"Bro put a box in draws, 3-5 on scores, " it was Digga that said that
But you know that it was Dappz that done that
Pack, won't run back, you know man take that
Yo, Digga D, man talk 'bout Dappz's life
For a blud, that Dappz done put on his knife
With the bine that I filled up, Double Tap's .9
Shotty Shane got his name from double-tap times
I just reloaded, it weren't an old song on Capital Xtra
Still pull up on ding dong peds
.35 or a Benz or a ding dong Vespa (Rap, rap, rap)
Rap or trap?
Digga D or Dappz?
Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap
Double Tap, double back it and slap
Music thing, got me seein' these racks
Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax
I keep spendin' money on straps
Pendin' waps and pendin' packs (Rap, rap, rap)
Rap or trap?
Digga D or Dappz?
Shotgun Shane, love squeeze that wap
Double Tap, double back it and slap
Music thing, got me seein' these racks
Trap boy, I ain't payin' no tax
I keep spendin' money on straps
Pendin' waps and pendin' packs (Packs)
Broo 🙌
Atuando e mantendo, atento toda vida e a tropa veio que puxa na trilha
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How much beats per Minute
0:25
add a counter melody
20 saal se me chembur ki sadko pe ajjtak koi dala nahi collar oe haath bro
Me baat Kara feelings aur dil ki
Na baat kara fiilmi toh samj lr baat ko
Meri naam ki thi lagyalil fielding meri maa boli seven mat niakl toh raat ko
Jab rehtha me ghr k bahar ghussa hai sir k paar
Tension satatti hai baatko
Hoood maza 74 toli Marathi
Manuski baghto me bahagt nahi zaati
Prem kele tar ziyu denar tuzhya me sathi
Ann Prem kela ziyu ghenar tujhya me sathi
Majhya hood me chukicla bethat nahi maafi
Paise chai baat nahi tar disat nahi khaaki
Ek Mitra cha murder majya dolya samor
Ann ekani ghetlai hai madhe fasi
Tu abhi bhi suenko ko khada per bhai mere bolneko kuch bhi nahi bacha hai baki
Mere area me sawant ko milri nahi rakhi
Aur kaka ko milri nahi kaaaki
Nashe k chakkar Fuk tu suk Gayla khas kahs k dukhreli chaathi
Aur wafa ki kemaat hai aise ki jitne lagdo vo kabhi nahi jaati
non è normale
tutta sta vita dentro la calle
vita normale
sogno per me e tutta la callee
non è normale
tutta sta vita dentro la calle
vita normale
sogno per me e tutta la callee
one shot
due shot
take one
mi fumo tutta questa scena
Tihian Bul kan tran
Mi hriat hlawh lo trang
Rawn chhim ve rawh ka mei alh
In feel em ka drill e thu leh hla
A hriat sa e in duh leh dan
Lawngtlai khaw pui a sei lian
Tan Hlauh tur awm lo thal fei iang
Thelh awm lo a target a chiang
In Broke a nih chuan rawn feel rawh le
Beisei na hla nen hian ka Âwi ang che
Beidawn a thiang lo kan zingah
In awih lo ka chham sa a tirah
Tu fa te’n in maw in Zilh kha
In nunah buai ula Oxygen in paih thlawn
Mi sel zingah in tam zawk tlat a chawm hlawm
In hrat ka chiang inkhawm ai a Înkhawm
Biak in hnaih lam a ke pen in vang
Min chhin ta che ka theih na te
I’m not Proud Mahse ka chiang keimah zawk
Here's a quick, fast-tempo Ice Spice-style diss track for Laaibah with short, punchy lines:
---
**Verse 1**
Laaibah, you pressed, I took Mohima's side,
Now you mad ‘cause I’m on the rise.
Actin’ icy, but you can’t chill,
Weak disses, girl, you ain’t real.
You talk tough, but it’s all cap,
Mohima’s my sensei, no lookin' back.
You stay hatin', that’s all you do,
I’m movin' up while you stuck in the blue.
**Chorus**
Laaibah, you mad, you lost your place,
I’m with Mohima, girl, stay in your space.
Keep talkin', but you ain’t that bold,
I’m hot right now, you stayin' cold.
**Verse 2**
You try, but you can’t match the vibe,
I’m on top now, you can't survive.
All that talk, but you ain’t real,
I got Mohima, she’s the deal.
You stuck hatin', can’t keep up,
While I’m winning, you outta luck.
I’m the one, no need to fake,
Laaibah, girl, it’s too late.
**Chorus**
Laaibah, you mad, you lost your place,
I’m with Mohima, girl, stay in your space.
Keep talkin', but you ain’t that bold,
I’m hot right now, you stayin' cold.
---
Fast, snappy, and straight to the point. Let me know if you need any tweaks!
[Verse 1]
Flipped packs in the flats, that’s daily,
Move white, got the block lookin’ hazy.
Hood up, Bally on, move wavy,
Tings in the boot, that’s a 380.
Fiends at the door, they’re chattin’ for Charlie,
Kitchen counter lookin’ like a party.
Scales on deck, no fish, just flakey,
Try rob me? That’s mad, don’t play me.
Out in the rain where the fiends get served,
Watch them twitch when I hit reverse.
Feds on the block, but I swerve and skrrt,
Dublin life, we been through worse.
[Hook]
Big smoke, not talkin’ bout Cali,
Push weight, not gym, no Bally.
Dark nights, got sticks in the alley,
Move quiet but my ting still rally.
Green in the bag like it’s St. Paddy’s,
White in the line, no snow on the valleys.
Bro got links from the sticks to the city,
Don’t chat loose, it’s gritty.
[Verse 2]
Roll up, backroads, don’t leave no trace,
Phone blows up when I step in the place.
Boys on smoke, mask on my face,
One wrong move and I’m pickin’ up pace.
Reload fast, it’s gone in the AM,
Cats in the flats want a fix, I’ll weigh ‘em.
Trapline jumpin’, brr-brr, I’m stayin’,
Talk on my name? Your life, I’m takin’.
Copped me a Glock, it’s a Dublin toy,
Rounds spin fast, no Beyblade boy.
Don’t get brave, don’t test my ploy,
Might leave a man floatin’, no decoy.
[Hook]
Big smoke, not talkin’ bout Cali,
Push weight, not gym, no Bally.
Dark nights, got sticks in the alley,
Move quiet but my ting still rally.
Green in the bag like it’s St. Paddy’s,
White in the line, no snow on the valleys.
Bro got links from the sticks to the city,
Don’t chat loose, it’s gritty.
[Outro]
Phone won’t stop, that’s cash on repeat,
Life on the line, ten toes on the street.
Weed in the blunt, coke in the seat,
Keep your head low, or you’ll meet defeat.
La puedo utilizar bro sin lucros de nada attm mst 🇨🇴 Colombia Medellín
This is free Beat ?
She wanna wine and dine
But im tryna wine and grime
Ona block Ona late night ride
5 man deep thats a perfect glide
Me n bro thats Bonnie a Clyde
Make her wet when I grip on her thighs
Got blinded by love when I looked in her eyes
But now its DTB
Cant give no trust,
Need love not lust,
Like why wasnt i first on your mind,
I know i said that i love you but darin i lied,
Too many times my heart got broke,
Turned me into a hearless guy
I don’t gang bang but I role with the beater
Bad bi like khalifa seniorita i dont lack with da 9 millimetre
Feet up smoking that reefa
Stay or leave you know I don’t need ya
But if your wify best know ima keep ya
Griever, all my opps are grievers
They Morn for there loss
Ima local reaper
16 i was swinging packs
Getting rich off cats
But I stopped to jump on the rap
Man I was tired gripping my shank
cash out in the bank
Doing cc scams
Tryna get Rich quick
comes a lot risk with it
Head shot dats peak
Leg shots are weak
The big 45 will put u to sleep you aint waking up from dis dream
Blocks hot like hundred degreess
But my hearts cold like ice cream
Okay bro 🔥🔥 I show love keep writing bro Crip Lol
Camisa 10
Entro em campo
Pronto pra fazer o meu legado
Independente da partida eu ja sei o resultado
Muitas vezes que eu perdia me sentia um fracassado
No meio do meu trajeto sempre tinha os arrombado
Larguei tudo ate eu tive que deixer de lado
Oq adianta o tempo correr e vc ai ficar parado
Vida que segue eu vou em busca do meu pedaço
Cheguei pronto pra conquistar o meu espaço
Tentaram me destruir mas nao sabiam que eu era de aço
Talvez ela até deixou meu coração em pedaços
As vezes luto tanto que nem sinto o meus braços
As um amigo teu só precisa de um abraço
Quero ser milionário
Mas não quero se mostrar pra ninguém
Aumentando meu salário
Depois da oração sempre vem um amém
Quero ter uma vida boa
Mas nem com a malandragem
Elas vêm em busca Mas só querem por sacanagem
Se pode vir que tem a minha gang sempre tem garagem
muito boaaa
Try one of us you will get jumped Glocky
People that know he from supercell the one with the chain
bro thats digga d
Is drill a art? Or just a greedy person talking about his accomplishment?
Real
huh?
real drill is talking bout the shit that happened too you not money and girls
i step north
i never step west
but for them
its probably best
because i aim
just below the chest
or filet that bass-
im considered a chef
blue lights and tape and
you know the rest
the spartans were gay and so is drill.
My lyrics:
Your bro wearin blue
He really think he a crip
Im grindin in the streets
Lowkey takin risks
And I still go church on Sunday
Aint playin no tricks
When I get to heaven,
I ask God "Who this" (who this)
He says its my opp
I say I thought u was a cop
When he was on earth
Filled himself with lustful tho(ugh)ts
Thats why he see the golden gates
God turns him round he drops
Next day he visit my block
Next thing you know hes bopped x2
That is how it goes
Story of how I rose
Music loud on bose
Hangin with my bros
D (D) drill no 'Throw'
You say "swear to God"
Read Mathew 5 V 30
Nd' Jus say yes or no
Please go fast not slow
12 chasing down my rolls
They mad about my goals
Controlling my home
Town, going straight offroad
And never growing old
Theres no blood in my souls
Never sell ny soul
Your bro wearin blue
He really think he a crip
Im grindin in the streets
Lowkey takin risks
And I still go church on Sunday
Aint playin to tricks
When I get to heaven,
I ask God "Who this" (who this)
Please dont use it commercially even if you do, please credit me❤️😁🙏
supprime 🥷🏽🏴🔥
Garcia Sandra Wilson Barbara Walker Dorothy
Rrrr🤢🤢
Intro]
[Ahh Shhhh]
[Attacco]
you can't control me
sono nel blocco a fare i cazzi col mio G, scena italiana come pacco di cocaina e shit, qualche grammo e giuro che ti fotto pur la suite [Ahh]
Famiglia milionaria Bro cosa parli di strada, sei cresciuto in casa mica in mezzo alla savana, non c'è gunna senza blakka non c'è chopa senza loca, gioca bene le tue carte prima che finisci in parte
[Attacco 2]
fotto questo beat come fotto pure la tua bitch, qui in zona fra non c'è censura come a scuola [Pff] se ti becco ti shootto senza farne una storia [Nahh] Zona 2/3//5//7 sei bandito dalla gente [Really?] [bitch man]
a prenderlo sei abituato senza amici e malto, tu ricorda che sul nome c'è anche quello di tuo padre, comportati bene per non farglielo pesare
[Attacco 3]
Truccarti non ti renderà parte di miss italia, sei sempre in scena; a succhiare i piselli di tutta italia, ombretto rossetto per nascondere per nasconder l'ometto, sei riuscita a girare tutto il mondo stando nel tuo blocco, parli solo di me frate invita Kiro al tuo pre-, non chiedere di essere accettata oer ciò che sei, non ti hanno voluto manco gli dei
[Attacco 4]
Da Milano a casa Blanca la distanza non é tanta, giro sempre con la blaccka se ti becco in giro ti sparo gunna, Hai provato a boicotattarmi diverse volte ahh non sei riuscito a menarmi..
Giuro su dio che ti ho beccato per strada, ma.non mi hai fatto nada
[Continuo beat]
[Attacco 1 chaman]
Fai tanto il duro che di duro hai solo le costole
basterebbe una pistola giocattolo per bucarti la fronte
Ti nascondi nelle braccia della mami (Tf)
50 Euro persi non mi hanno cambiato la vita Gli faccio in meno di due minuti e ti compro pure la villa (money)
Fatturo più della tua family messa insieme
Ti vanti tanto delle tue hoe ma ti sei fatto hittare dalla più tro- ( ahhh )
Zucchero a velo sotto il naso non è quello zuccherato ma quello ben pagato [Dahhh]
Sono la causa per cui non dormi la sera [player] gioca bene le tue mosse che non fai pena
[Attacco 2]
Ci sono troppe hoe in giro.. [M]
succhiano cazzi pure se hanno il tipo [Pff]
ormai tradire lo si fa per prevenzione
non sai mai cosa aspettarti dalla loro decisione- one- one- One-
This shit ain’t free bruh
@@kerneljoseph-w7q free for non profit bruhhh read description cuh
Ight thank you cuh
Vuole fare il boss
Ma viene dal congo
Ho la morte dietro
L'angolo pronta al conto
Etti nel cunicolo
Chili di piombo
Ho visto scene che manco racconto
dk how to speak yo language but ts tuff gang 🔥
Thanks