Lil Ugly Mane - Serious Shit paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Serious Shit - Lil Ugly Mane



Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
I′ma slit my wrists, no tourniquet
I'm murderous, my crib got more burners than furnishings
Got a lot of haters, not concerned with it
The Earth revolve around earning currency, Copernicus
I leave you scared stupider than Ernest is
Pluckin' more chickens than the Churches is
Always looking fly, boy, I′m merciless with purchases
Police ain′t nothing, you can bet I beat the verdict, bitch
'Cause I′m more connected than the alphabet in cursive is
Wallet like Webster, killer like Dexter
Your bitch lookin' at me? Well, I guess I′m gonna sex her
Ugly stay rougher than the texture
If you playas want that funk, I'm that fly shit expert
Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Playboy, I'ma stay grindin′ ′till my pockets straight Halliburton
And I'ma grind dirty, you never met a fouler person
The list of shit I′m worse than is long as scripture verses
I'm ′bout to hit this purp, then rummage through your mother's purses
You cats is yellow with it, stone-ground mustard
Ugly Mane is stone ground-up and reconstructed
Glocks I′ma bust 'em, pussy I'ma crush it
Plus, I stay luxurious, you bitches are disgusting
Gettin′ money fast, that′s my modus operandi
I've been ice cold since the night I saw my man die
Bullets knock you on your ass, you swore it was a landslide
Ugly ain′t a boss? Hell nah, that's a damn lie
Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin′ through the air
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Bullets, bullets flyin' through the air
Serious shit, no playin′, ho
Serious shit, no playin', ho
Yeah motherfucker, going after all the true playas
Fuck these diva ass, old busta ass, slow ass bitches, ya heard me?
Motherfucker, true gangster shit
Where the motherfucking thugs, playboy? Ya feel me?
Real life money gettin′
Uno, tres, zero way motherfucker, blaow
Talk all that shit motherfucker
Ain't got nothin' to motherfucking say, when it′s bullets flying at yo′ motherfucking bitch ass head, ya feel me?
Lil Ugly Mane, still the shit
21W heard me coming out from the other side, bitch



Writer(s): Lil Ugly Mane


Lil Ugly Mane - Mista Thug Isolation
Album Mista Thug Isolation
date de sortie
11-02-2012




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