paroles de chanson Family Ties - Nique Got-It

3 to 4 bricks it's like Shaq in the house
Uncle named Sam he don't tax in the drought
She pulled my dick out I put it back in her mouth
She ain't have my sheets wet I ain't braggin about it

Aye bitch but I'll get a zip and make packs out the ounce
They scared to come outside so we back out the house
I guess this shit a waitin game it's like cat and the mouse
I snuck the pistol in the party ain't no draggin him out

Tay snuck the pistol in let me have it
We gon share this bitch like a Facebook status
He shoot I shoot he score every time I pass it
He ah do it for a Penny disappear like Magic

Errbody that I'm wit yea they bloodhounds
And they sum like Waka Flocka love them gun sounds
I was taught before call the police pull the guns out
That nigga got a 50 couple minutes before he run out

But I ain't runnin outta shit I mean nothin
Bad ass girl in the pot steady fussin
Drive thru curbside nigga may I help you
They think I'm servin breast milk the way that I be pumpin

On a daily basis when I'm in the streets
I ain't worried bout the opps steady swervin hittin blocks
I be worried the cops cuz I know them bitches on me
They don't wanna see me out
Wanna see me in the courtroom up there talkin for my life

Neck full of jewelry in a room wit the jury
Wanna see me in the courtroom is you stupid
I told her do not judge me like Judy
Cuz you know Bitch I'm so Eastside like Mulley

See us all at the table like the last supper
You slap yo bitch cuz she wanna meet the splash brothers
Wouldn't look at yo bitch if she had a ad on her
In the strip club I would never throw no cash on her

I came for the Lamb Chops ain't throwin no paper
Throw my hood up and tell my hitter I need a favor
So many shots to his head he gon need a chaser
Remember sellin Reggie to get a mill like a Pacer

It's alotta hatin
We don't never feel they songs cuz they prolly fakin
Main mans prolly snake him
I was runnin from the jakes you was prolly jakin
I was goin off instinct you was prolly thankin

Beef on the Internet Nigga ion know you
So believe when I say I'm antisocial
Iced up paid in full don't treat me a local
Yo brother he a fan so for me he ah blow you
Shot clock violation shoot til it's over
Back catchin pops add water add soda

Bitch
Get outta line and get touched
Never needed a masseuse
I just seen a big gun
It'll prolly drop a moose
It was a K in the chimney
You said Santa Claus who
Pull up to bro crib only thing you heard was roof