Elplaga - Metrohousingbabybee (feat. Lil Rk) текст песни

Текст песни Metrohousingbabybee (feat. Lil Rk) - Elplaga



(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Turn me up on the speakers, man
Tell 'em, go score on GG
I told broski, "Pass me GG, I need GG"
I need that, gang, gang
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen lookin' wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housin', baby
I picked up the strap, and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shootin' shit, like the navy (rrah)
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You slidin' for that dead opp, you can be a body
30 in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they goin' dummy (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
I put my gang on first
I'll put your man's on shirts
I had to take a trip OT because them trenches is cursed
I was locked up, did 'bout three, but that shit could've been worse
Real niggas doin' time 'cause they be puttin' in work
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen lookin' wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housin', baby
I picked up the strap, and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shootin' shit, like the navy (rrah)
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You slidin' for that dead opp, you can be a body
30 in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they goin' dummy (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
Dirty Glock, Nina
She love to sing like a diva (bo-boom, boom)
If I go down, dawg, don't remember shit, amnesia (shh)
Earn my stripe like zebras (zebras)
Three shots on me, Adidas (Adidas)
About that action, no theaters
Can't crucify me like Jesus (ha-ha)
Bitch, we ridin', slidin'
Trap jumpin' like Harden
Ballin', Michael Jordan
Like bottles, yeah, we poppin'
A hundred bands, straight profit
I've been hot, like the oven
See Plaga, that's my cousin
You tweak with us, we bussin'
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen lookin' wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housin', baby
I picked up the strap, and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shootin' shit, like the navy (rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah)
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You slidin' for that dead opp, you can be a body
30 in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they goin' dummy (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
Black, fifth, put some shots up in his tummy
Street shit, all my niggas goin' dummy
Remember days when we was starvin', we was bummy (we was bummy)
Remember days them bitches say they never love me (they never love me)
I picked up the Glock because them niggas hate on me
.40 on my waist, I'll pull up on 'em, rest in peace
They say they want me dead, but these niggas ain't in these streets
I'll pop 'em like molly or ecstasy, up in this bitch
I just whipped a chicken, had the kitchen lookin' wavy
The projects really raised me
Metro housin', baby
I picked up the strap, and told my mom it's for my safety
We was in the field, shootin' shit, like the navy (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Trap life, GG in the air, we smoke your crodie
You slidin' for that dead opp, you can be a body
30 in the Wesson, got that glizzy in the party (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)
I keep them killas with me, and for me, they goin' dummy (grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt)



Авторы: Chris Lucas


Elplaga - MetroHousingBabybee
Альбом MetroHousingBabybee
дата релиза
17-01-2020



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