paroles de chanson F5 - Gregory Nichols

One shot, two shot, three shot, Four
I could take your second born
One shot, two shot, three shot, None
How you gone outrun the S.U.N.?

Touch my family, you gone get killed
Touch Jalesia, you gone get killed
Touch Lisa, you gone get killed
Touch Sheila, you gone get killed
Touch Miss Two, You gone get killed
Touch Zach, shout out Zach (Uh) You gone get killed
Touch Michael, you gone get killed
Touch Devonte', you gone get killed
Touch Kevin, you gone get killed
Touch Sam Pike, you gone get killed
Touch Ean, you gone definitely get killed (uh)

Baby Greg's the alpha Omega, Nashville Don Dada, the devil wears Prada but so does your father, I've been fathering so many artists from 'round the way, From Brownsville to Chapel Hill, You know the drill, rappers relay
"Mayday", Me and the Villa gone fight, Forever a melee, Maybe, The day an artist convinced himself he needed to chase the sound that is a sad state of affairs that chastised the confidence, however nobody Cares? (hmm, gOD!)
Maybe you should've just came to the show
Maybe you should've just changed up the flow
Maybe you should've just gave up dough
Maybe Nobody will know (Nah!)
Maybe Your gun was the first one to blow?
Maybe Your son is the one on the floor
Maybe You shouldn't have opened the door
Maybe You should just go (Nah)
Picture Him Giving you Dro' in the sack
Picture Her giving you head in the back
Picture them creeping around with a Mac
Niggas We Will Attack (Ya!)
Average Day In the life of (No!)
Robbery Turned to the Death of a Joe
Names In court, only time we Show
Put 'em in the land of snow (Hold Up!)
I've been dope as fuck for a long time, you Been Knew that! (gOD!)
My New name is Perry, brother
My voice is amazing, brother
I get money like Paris, Brother
Hate y'all niggas like Hogan, Brother
Shout-out Keem & K. Dot, Brother
Went to see em' in concert, brother
Me and Sam was geekin, Brother
Proud to be a big stepper, Brother
Peanut Butter?, Feed me brother
I draw niggas like ringling brothers
Isn't the weather amazing Brother?
Uh, My nigga it's raining brother
But it's fine I'm thinking brother
In the top 5's my ranking brother
Vonte' Woodard that be my brother
Now I'm ready to go (Go!)
The Devil Lays dormant in front of my eyes, And often Arrives In Packs of Niggas, Crackas, Bitches, TERFs, Hoogies, Conservatives, Christians, judges, Politicians, Elected officials, a pot to piss in
Quit your bitching, Abort your mission,
A Vicious vixen, once told me That's hell's a given, for all of God's children
I said "You trippin", But then she mentioned, our sin is living, In the devil's kitchen, and now she's missing
Oh Well, I guess I Won't absorb the message
Like she texted a confession that was even more a lesson
Pitch-corrected, Though I'm guessing
The Naked Truth is that we stressing over shit the past has brought to the future just like a present (But)
You should've Put it on yourself (gOd)
Out here rapping for some wealth (gOD)
Instead I do it for your Health (gOd)
Communities Rebuilt (Yeah)
Another Classic Album (gOd)
As told by Him (gOD)
Baby Greg For the win (gOD)
Spin Again, Spin Again!