paroles de chanson No Killa - Young Scooter , Guap Tarantino
Yeah,
haha,
BMFBG
Yeah,
haha
Oh
yeah,
oh,
you
shot
him
on
sight?
Big
drums,
nigga
Say
they
sell
drugs,
sell
drugs
nigga
Say
he
sell
drugs,
sell
drugs
Say
you
sell
drugs,
sell
drugs
Nigga,
you
ain't
no
killer,
nigga,
you
ain't
no
killer
You
just
hang
around
the
robbers
and
the
drug
dealers
Used
to
run
the
block
with
them
thug
niggas
One
word'll
get
you
popped,
you
a
dub,
nigga
I
get
ice,
an
ice
attack,
fuck
your
bitch
then
give
her
back
In
the
streets,
we
handle
that,
young
FreeBandz
Gang
is
Taliban
I
fuck
your
bitch
then
hit
her
friend,
these
niggas
really
copycats
One
call
will
get
you
whacked,
young
nigga
havin'
rack-rack-racks
I
don't
really
rap,
I
sleep
in
the
trap
We
got
pounds,
I
don't
sell
no
sacks
Lil'
broke
ass
nigga,
I
buy
your
trap
You
ain't
no
shooter,
you
sold
your
strap
Gelato,
smoke
a
lot
of
that
Protect
my
ice
with
fifty
straps
This
AP
cost
me
sixty
racks
Just
lost
fifty
grams
and
whipped
it
back
Aston
Martin
with
the
rose
gold
rims
We
all
brothers,
I
ain't
got
no
friends
All
my
work
jump
out
the
gym
Bales
go
out
and
bricks
come
in
Triple
salute
the
gang
I'm
in
I'm
a
FreeBand
nigga,
I
play
to
win
Worldwide
superstar,
I'm
Black
Amigo
hustlin'
[Chorus:
Young
Scooter
& Guap
Tarantino]:
Nigga,
you
ain't
no
killer,
nigga,
you
ain't
no
killer
You
just
hang
around
the
robbers
and
the
drug
dealers
Used
to
run
the
block
with
them
thug
niggas
One
word'll
get
you
popped,
you
a
dub,
nigga
I
get
ice,
an
ice
attack,
fuck
your
bitch
then
give
her
back
In
the
streets,
we
handle
that,
young
FreeBandz
Gang
is
Taliban
I
fuck
your
bitch
then
hit
her
friend,
these
niggas
really
copycats
One
call
will
get
you
whacked,
young
nigga
havin'
rack-rack-racks
1'5,
you
know
big
Guap,
I
bring
the
birds
in
Boy,
I
heard
you
wasn't
really
servin'
Big
Guap
in
this
bitch,
I
got
them
racks
and
went
Tourettes
If
the
feds
watchin',
bitch,
I'm
still
ridin'
with
that
TEC
Spent
some
racks
on
meds
Fuck
your
bitch
and
then
go
to
the
neck
Hundreds
on
the
bed
I
just
made
ten
thousand
through
a
text
I
heard
that
I
was
next
Niggas
doubtin'
me,
I
told
'em
bet
Real
OG,
I
don't
owe
debts
These
niggas
cap,
you
know
the
rest
[Chorus:
Young
Scooter
& Guap
Tarantino]:
Nigga,
you
ain't
no
killer,
nigga,
you
ain't
no
killer
You
just
hang
around
the
robbers
and
the
drug
dealers
Used
to
run
the
block
with
them
thug
niggas
One
word'll
get
you
popped,
you
a
dub,
nigga
I
get
ice,
an
ice
attack,
fuck
your
bitch
then
give
her
back
In
the
streets,
we
handle
that,
young
FreeBandz
Gang
is
Taliban
I
fuck
your
bitch
then
hit
her
friend,
these
niggas
really
copycats
One
call
will
get
you
whacked,
young
nigga
havin'
rack-rack-racks
1 Intro
2 Fast Living
3 Fake Love
4 Wearing Wires
5 Ride Waves
6 No Killa
7 Money To Blow
8 Road Runner
9 I Need a Real B*tch
10 No Flaws
11 No Features
12 Seven Days a Week
13 Never Broke Again
14 Sushi
15 New Hunnids
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