paroles de chanson 514 to 416 - Boy6lue feat. Geezy Loc

Ahh, we do this nigga
514, uhh 416

I ain't on top yet 'cause i still see them dess' days
Still pray to see a bless day (Ahh)
Life ain't picture perfect, better take me out that template (Template)
And i got some things i gotta get off my chest plate
First things first, fuck niggas i had it with friends
I ain't tryna end up dead or get bagged by the feds
But fuck! Im on the strip strapped, magnum again
So duck! ain't scared to die, ill see my daddy again
With luck, you might win something (Win something)
But i think its too late cause my momma says i coulda been something (Been something)
I bet you see my little brother in me
I wish i had an older brother to teach
My young nigga like a brother to me
When i was 15 i had to slip the pump up my sleeve (Twelve)
My past made my future present indeed (Its real)
It might've been the dirty devil in me (I seen it)
I got a dirty harry strap if a nigga try to level with me (Big ting)
This ain't nothing, its lighter than a feather fam
I Recommend you take a walk like the better man (Better man)
And if not i'll cause storms, my beretta can (Bang bang)
Make it rain different ways, i'm the weather man (The weather man)
Listen, what I'm spittin' out your speaker box (Speaker box)
Its real talk, take a walk down my deepest thoughts (Deepest thoughts)
But don't get lost, watch for cops nigga don't get shot (Don't get shot)
By that dark skin bitch that i fuckin' got
I got grains, got straps like a gun store (Gun store)
Crip gang, boys blue, 514
Ever try slap it at me then i'm a beat it back (Back)
Me and blue really linked up, this is deeper than rap (Rap)
As deep as 6 feet but its deeper than that (That)
We both went toe to toe where the reaper was at (At)
If you got cash, well known drug trafficker
Running' with my mask like the chain saw massacre (Massacre)
Keep your face down, get plugged if you lift your head (Lift it)
Long nose, same ruger that hitler had (Hitler had)
Ahh

Yeah
I got 'em cuzz
Ay yo time waits for no man (Nah)
Life's fucked up, ain't nobody gon' walk you through it and hold hands (True)
Gotta make your own plans, grind get your own grands (Your own)
Biggs in shottas, gotta go foreign
Blue got his mind right
The games sold not told, say i'm a problem but i'm seeing shit in hindsight (Word)
Wonder how my rights tight? writing all day in class
Sold some grass but still managed to pass
Now a nigga managing cheese
Cold world but like the streetcar, i keep a few rockets in street
Them goonies'll keep them glocks on repeat, if i say so (That me)
Its nothing to fly niggas in town just to spray toast
Low-key to the grave but forever got that c up
From givenchy to gucci, i keep it g'd up (Crip)
I use everything to re-up
And got doldiers cuzz, i keep my feet up (Word)
Non stop ringing, so we gotta feed 'em raw (That white)
When i touch its it moves nigga like a ouija board (Uhh)
Shorty on the jack, she need a new prepaid (Oh word)
Ins and outcalls, others ways to see change (Give me that)
Ain't no doubt nigga, couchie pays
Could tell you ain't getting money by what your doobie weighs (Haha)
She said she's celibate? Shit, bet you i could sell a bit (I got it)
Soft cups, if she's red on it
Had a vision on the top where i'm sittin'
Lavish livin', all my baddest women
Yeah, so thats the means for the grind
I don't wine and dine, pay for my time (Goldie)
Money makes the world go round, i'm a make cream
From real city but everybody drinking fake lean (Shit)
Nigga, i'm a make cream
From real city and everybody drinking fake lean

Hahaha, you fuck niggas
I see you man!
We out here in the 416
Low-key to 75!
Yeah