paroles de chanson 10 For 10 - Johnny Badaxx

Cobra

Twenty-two I put that on my

Last chance go get it, three to three game seven
Last man in my city, ten for ten on all levels
Head to head in my session, mad man with this blicky
Head huntin' who tellin', can't stand no middies
Big loud in them zippies, two for five what I'm sellin'
Proof denied for them felons, who decide on yo brethren
We just want more life, no sleeping at night
Said she ain't scared of heights, charter thirty-minute flights
Pick and choosing my fights, back to chasing my light
Red-Rummin' my racks, fuck you think I been at?
Built to body them bags

Stocked up on my chips, locked up in my business
Glocks quiped' with them switches, ops quick to my mentions
Popped back I ain't missin', God watching my mission
Manifested that trust, Perfect timing no luck
Four shots in that cut, prosecution want plugs
Payroll the new judge
Free Burke twenty-three, one, five' nine" in that six
Find out who been snitchin', lined out in them trenches
Cross sides get rested, I'm the black Tom Shelby
Can't knock us not never, two-two forever
Who's who in this weather? Swear my mom knew better
I keep a heat on my side, light up some Za and get higher
Swear I don't sleep or get tired, I did it all in a mile
If you owe me I'm slidin', Bet I'ma pull up with guys
Ain't no regard for life, really you do or you die
And I survived, through all the flame and fire
And I ain't serving no time, nah

Big john get rack
Ye' ain't catch me lack
Off-White on my back
On time with my bag
On-site with my lads
She a boss like me
Took to follow my lead
Took it off of them streets

Last chance go get it, three to three game seven
Last man in my city, ten for ten on all levels
Head to head in my session, mad man with this blicky
Head huntin' who tellin', can't stand no middies
Big loud in them zippies, two for five what I'm sellin'
Proof denied for them felons, who decide on yo brethren
We just want more life, no sleeping at night
Said she ain't scared of heights, charter 30-minute flights
Pick and choosing my fights, back to chasing my light
Red-Rummin' my racks, fuck you think I been at?
Built to body them bags

(Body them bags)

Twenty-two I put that on my