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Unlv - 211-187 Şarkı Sözleri
211s at night 187s in the day light nigga we just don´t give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light nigga we just don´t give a fuck verse one: {lil´ ya} nigga´s be try´na rep and some fool´s be try´na buck but lil´ ya that type of nigga that just don´t give a fuck but nathan and if you hatin´ then you´s a hater but i´m straight out that three so how the fuck you gonna fade her soldier with a heart made of steel like my nigga b, i handle business on the real and then i chill make my rounds, pick up my car from my bitches cuz i be hittin´ ´em regular like dre be hittin´ his switches clockin´ my riches as i stroll through my hood puffin´ on a blunt givin´ love where it´s all good and for you nigga´s who ain´t go no love i ain´t got no love for you chumps cuz i´m a smoke ´em and choke ´em like a philly blunt yeah, i´m gettin´ my grove on i´m ready to move on to another level rob some nigga´s or whatever i got big nut´s i got a big heart like i said it´s been that way since fuckin´ start, you know me from my fuckin´ crew, you know what i´m bound to do i got a pit, i´m ready to spit, i´m ready to serve to uhh! chorus verse two: {yella boy} i even got´s the boogy bangin´ at´cha grab my zookie if i have to daze you up like daz i don´t give a fuck like kurupt i´m dismantlin´ mc´s that come against me me and the tecster in broad day light we comin´ to do thee fuck it of course, i´m a show no remorse don´t mean the boss, i never forget hoes verse three: {tec-9} i´m gettin´ skiet like that, i´m slippery like ease wax i chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle as if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and called me a nigga verse four: { yella boy} i´m dumpin´ you bitches out like boss hog i don´t give a fuck about y´all you don´t know what i would do to you but i know what´cha will do to you i would serve you, i would fuck clean over you verse five: {tec-9} y´all know that i´m back like brand new wax on brand new cadalac´s i´m mourin´ i´m yawnin´ plus i just lost my equipment bag verse six: {yella boy} sweatin´ like a zoo-loo to do you it´s best you fuckin´ scram i´m a champion i´m dumpin´ on ´em i´m actin´ a motherfuckin´ donkey on ´em chorus verse seven {lil´ ya} i´m bout to do a jack i got on all black in my hand lies a tool that i call my mack it´s like my best friend cuz when i spin the bin it don´t get jammed bullet´s chargin´ like a ram you bet´s believe when them hollow´s hit´cha you goin´ in pocket bitch, you better drop it one nigga tested my nut´s he had the nerve to flex and on his arm was a rolex, he flinched for his gat that was stashed in his suit coat i had to show him, i had to fuck over him stunt a fuckin´ lick of that hit and it was on then i put the key´s on the lab and niggas started pushin´ slab´s my pocket´s started gettin´ swole my knot has thickened that´s how it is when nigga like ya, is flippin´ halves to quickers, quarter bird´s, to bird´s keep a brew full of rock´s cuz my bitch need a serve, uploadin´ kilt, puttin´ in clip´s at the same time, beatin´ you nigga´s down with my bat if i ain´t got that iron leave yo mama cryin´ why you shot my only son gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now i´m done give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril drain got me loose as a goose and i wanna shot we put in work, doin´ dirt everyday it´s twelve noon, let´s go get somebody to buy some yae, can´t be no miner got to be a big tymer, because i´´m down to pill a couple of cap´s and get these nigga´s out they snap´s cuz i´m verse eight: {tec-9} you bitches don´t know the fuckin´ size of this shit i´m on the rise with this shit see tommorow, the fuckin´ clip bitch 2-2-6 my boy´s comin´ mag-11 hollow tip´s nigga better start runnin´ when i start comin´ up the block with my glock like a mad man in a mad rage face is caught on the front page let them bitches catch me down bad with my 12-gage verse nine: {yella boy} you despise, why i´m up in disguise now you paralyzed plus you realize to stop playin´ with me my click is quick to let them bullet´s fly click ya fuckin´ self ya bitch you for you get downed chorus we droppin´ ´em stop playin´ with me stop playin´ with me |
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