c-price & big leo no action (feat. liamfoots) şarkı sözleri

Slide, them niggas want action Shots, them niggas got practice I rob, and niggas just rappin' I mob, and niggas just actin' Wave Gang Captain, I ain't ever lackin' Know I'm plugged in if a nigga want static If it's bout paper, wrap his body in the plastic And cops don't even know what happened They just hear the semi-automatic Don shit, tuck in my napkin Hit stick, nigga, I don't play Madden Big stepper, I step on ya casket Stick up, nigga, it's a kidnappin Little nigga get hit for that rappin' Yo choice want paper or plastic F*ck beef, bitch it's paper or plastic No smile, nigga f*ck all that laughing No child, I'll fucking kidnap em Since a youngin', boy, I been on that action I had a cap gun, and you niggas still cappin' Hambrick road, nigga, stay out my zone Snatchin' your gold, and I'm sprayin' the chrome Little bitch named Grace, she be gracing with dome I ain't even gotta saved, she be paging the phone Choosing on these hoes just like any miny moe Let the blood race to ya brain When I hang you by ya toe Slit ya motherfuckin' throat Switch my motherfuckin' flow Nigga, I'm the black sheep F*ck a motherfuckin' goat All these niggas be gettin' bold But when I come through, they be slidin' different Them bullets en route When I'm sendin' them out, they be hittin' the van When you ridin' in em, yo time tickin My kind different, You bitch niggas don't want no action Now get my paper before you bitch niggas end up in plastic Slide, them niggas want action Shots, them niggas got practice I rob, and niggas just rappin' I mob, and niggas just actin' Wave Gang Captain, I ain't ever lackin' Know I'm plugged in if a nigga want static If it's bout paper, wrap his body in the plastic And cops don't even know what happened They just hear the semi-automatic Don shit, tuck in my napkin Hit stick, nigga, I don't play Madden Big stepper, I step on ya casket Stick up, nigga, it's a kidnappin Little nigga get hit for that rappin' Yo choice want paper or plastic F*ck beef, bitch it's paper or plastic Cut, Im in the directors chair I think you need some directing dear So can I have your direction here And let me say this shit loud so we can reach the rift F*ck causin drama cause it ain't no action Keep it 100, we ain't doin' no actin' Round of applause, it's a lot of guns clappin Then the movie, it's the greatest cliffhanger, what happened I'm known for tragic, drastic measures My verse like preaching speeches, lectures My dick like magic, nasty pleasure Movie to porn soon as the bitch get wetter You can try to slide like you finna cha-cha Got the bullets singin' birdie, nigga, this a bye-bye Get high till I crash, nigga, this a skydive Fucked another nigga bitch, high-five Check out the bartender, get a Mai Tai Check out the suit, baby, look at my tie Clock out and watch, baby, see it's my time I'm tryna be a millionaire before my lifeline Check out the bartender, get a Mai Tai Check out the suit, baby, look at my tie Clock out, baby, you know it's my time I'm tryna be a millionaire before my lifeline Slide, them niggas want action Shots, them niggas got practice I rob, and niggas just rappin' I mob, and niggas just actin' Wave Gang Captain, I ain't ever lackin' Know I'm plugged in if a nigga want static If it's bout paper, wrap his body in the plastic And cops don't even know what happened It's been a lil' minute, let me stretch C Bout to bend a couple corners, got a extra seat Roll the window halfway down before we hit the scene One down, two down, where the other three No face, no case when you walk down Yellow tape, yellow tape, bring the chalk out When it's fourth and one, ain't no puntin' nigga Bystanders get down, cause it's straight action Ayy free my brother Cho til that jitt free Fresh black Levi's with a rare T I ain't never had shit, ask my auntie Me and Spankyee together like a onesie Liam Gang won't change, free Lol Boobie Wave Gang in this bitch, it's a movie 4114 man them jitts tee'd I ain't lettin' go the trigger till the lady sing Glock 40 with a stend tucked in my jeans AR-15 make the car lean Man, I hate beggin' bitches, move around P Got a 411 chick down Ave E One call, that's all, now you down three Get yo block knocked off, fuckin' with Street R.I.P. Bankroll, Long Live Meech Street Money won't fold till I'm six feet No action
Sanatçı: C-Price & Big Leo
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 4:40
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