paroles de chanson Blitz - Tyson El Dominicano feat. Greezy Mike

They be like damn he don't come around the hood No More
That nigga getting money now
Hell yeah what the fuck imma doing the project Nigga
I'm out here bringing the goods Nigga

Hey from the bricks to Brickell we leave your car with dimples
We don't talk to officials
And ree up real simple choppa's out that window
And can't forget about Brooke Ave cuz that be with them killas at
In the projects with a drillas is at
In the roof where they throwing rats
So don't come on the Block short will spark your ass like a Newport
Fuck 12 and them courts my clip longer than extension cords
If this bitch ass leave a statement we shooting up his front door Bang
Cause all my niggas they demons they pop pills and start leaning
And when the beef cook the South Bronx them red light start beaming
I always been a big boy I hit licks and let my Chain Hang
I'll be on Collins strapped up getting rowdy with my fucking gang
Go to jail say no name free the fam nigga fuck the fame
From homestead to Yonkers every nigga on the same thing

I swear to God

I Stand My Ground like the middle toe
Hang niggas on trees like a mistletoe
Then I go unknown like a UFO
Got snow and got bows and they for the low
Quick hello and I am in your hoe
I'm a pimp a player I'm a gigolo
I ain't got to whistle but I got the blow
I never told but I got the blow
Shout out to my niggas in the Chain Gang
Locked up for selling the Puré thing
Wipping that dope just like Pootie Tang
Stay on that murder and trap shit
Like a camel when I spit
All these niggas just might quit
Cause I'm flyer than a cockpit
Añejo told me they wouldn't believe in us cause we were broke
What a joke now i am in these niggas chest just like a stroke
I'm wavy but I got no boat
I smoke that wood I smoke that Oak
Imma toke Imma choke then go back to selling Coke
Who the fuck wants it with me Triple OG need no ID
Where is the camara imma make a movie just like Spike Lee