paroles de chanson Guess Who's Back? - dopeSMOOTHIES

Yeah that
Guess who's back
I had 12 on my back
I been runnin' from the crack
I been runnin' from the SMAC
Seen my daddy with a strap
Came back – vest wacked
Hole smokin' – what is that
Momma gotta rub his back
Niggas know I don't cap
I been horrified I'm black
You ain't heard I made it back
Now I'm needin' allll that
I been rolling with a black gat
Holding on to that
Yeah, holding on my past
I been rolling on they ass
I might just wild
Hunt you devils down
See they living foul
That shit ain't my style
I grew up on the H to the izzo
Why my flow sooo forrizzle
Niggas doin way too much, Lizzle
I ain't gonna wait too much .
I ain't gon say too much, just sizzle
If you can't pay too much, no wiggle
I need cash flow
Ads & more
If you go bad, it's slow
Everybody knows, guns like asshole
Everybody got em
Lot of niggas hot lotta niggas is bottoms
Lot of niggas plot cuz lot of niggas rotten

Known for my energy
Killing me nigga
I got lots of frienemies
Thick is thieves niggas
Turn cheese for some centuries
Sending me
Dismember me
Won't finish me
My stove makes synergy like symmetry
Perfectly instructed v's

Don't fuck with me
When I'm coming out
I'm fleeted for all you fleas in the breeze
Ain't touchin' me
Out here on they knees like heathens, weefin'
That ain't sucka free
My Jamadian persuasion
The only reason I don't be buckin'
(Buck!)
I done lost so many loved ones
Nigga you would not mean nothing
Becoming a man on my own
I wish somebody would've told me something
Niggas be bluffing
Top-Stuffing
I don't see nun but cops bussin'
Tell that nigga mash the button
I don't hang around cocks
Verizon cable on FOX
I need the box
Then I'ma heat like pots
Wait...
Then I'ma beat it like pots
Then we gonna look like the stocks
Then buss like Heckler Koch
If they catch you with a glock
They gonna mess with you a lot
See I'm from PG, it's different
Niggas got degrees in biddin'
Like degrees in prison
I'm breathing different
My reasons different
I was gifted
Now I'm shifted
I got fixins,
Addictions
I'm slippin'
I'm here
I'm more
Won't stop
I got...
Still

Known for my energy
Killing me nigga
I got lots of frienemies
Thick is thieves niggas
Turn cheese for some centuries
Sending me
Dismember me
Won't finish me
My stove makes synergy like symmetry
Perfectly instructed v's