pain ysl 31 - jumpin' şarkı sözleri

(Columbus Bricks, Yeah) F*ck it, we double from nothing (From nothing) Hungry for a diet of hunnits (Cash) Young niggas straight out from the bottom (From the buttom) She knows regardless that we keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump snitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump bitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump snitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, bitch, jump what sup) F*ck It, we keep the trench jumping (YSL) Man f*ck, all the long talk It's about nothing that a nigga be with (Be with) Blood pact from that bankroll Now when the cash call, I become bewitched (Bewitched) Water my neck, my wrist and my fist When I pull up niggas get sea sick (Sea sick) Hawk eye, I can't miss but when a nigga get clapped Bitch I ain't see shit Trojan, in a Trojan With a foreign lil bitch That be a Porsche and a Portia With a top off, big tits To be a boss we had to boss up So we tow truck big bricks And with the shine we had the rose gold Eva Mendes type links, you can't say shit Put that on the clique (Clique) These niggas ain't bout shit, but talk shit like a bitch We tryna get rich, cop some shit that don't make sense Until then Ima be the trench God and make hits Kicks F*ck 'em F*ck it, we double from nothing (From nothing) Hungry for a diet of hunnits (Cash) Young niggas straight out from the bottom (From the buttom) She knows regardless that we keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump snitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump bitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump snitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, bitch, jump what sup) F*ck It, we keep the trench jumping (YSL) How the f*ck he as real as this (I dunno) How he stay fresh with the drip (You Dig) How we keep him in the trench But he still got shit that wet a bitch (You Dig) He ain't had none, how he sound better than the nigga that we think's legit Niggas still nigga shit and that's doing shit That ain't got a stank Never fold and never flinch (Nha) When the beat on its a hit When your bitch ain't home, you ain't gotta trip Cos you know where she is Got a day-care throat steady on the job Taking care of my kids (Of my seed) You gon' have her home in a bit So you can go ahead and kiss her lips Tricks, stay on long sleeves (Bitch) Boy I'm a East side OG (East Side) These niggas friends with the police Niggas turn on your for a block cheese Constipated, no shit F*ck it, cos we arson when we link Niggas fucked letting me link with Columbus Bangers Bricks Got that shit that bang a bitch This that shit that bag a brick This that f*ck that rapping shit And wrap an opp in a bag, you get? YSL stay with that hard nigga Ask your broad, let her cock my clip I ain't never been a fraud Put that on God And my nigga Trojan bitch Shit f*ck em F*ck it, we double from nothing (From nothing) Hungry for a diet of hunnits (Cash) Young niggas straight out from the bottom (From the buttom) She knows regardless that we keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump snitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump bitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, jump snitch) We keep the trench jumpin' (Jump, bitch, jump what sup) F*ck It, we keep the trench jumping (YSL)
Sanatçı: Pain YSL
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