歌曲 | Ric Flair |
歌手 | Cashis |
专辑 | The Art Of Dying |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’m stepping in the mother****in driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****in | |
Ron my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
Been moving weed, state to state | |
Spittin flows, getting cake | |
****in hoes, get plenty face | |
My friends say | |
I’m a mental case | |
My bitch sayin | |
I leave er | |
And she gon give me a bigger case | |
She know where the shotties and a bunch of ****in bodies lit | |
Natural pullin struttin bitch, | |
I’ll be getting money | |
If a sucka try and punk me, | |
I’m bombing – no introductions | |
If these homies try and brush, | |
I chop it, get off and run it | |
I grew up in the 90’s, | |
I keep me from frontin | |
With a 6th sense, money power get that | |
I’m livin the thug life | |
I’m rolling to them big stripes, big stacks, go like | |
I’m pitch black | |
I take er for the night and after that you get your bitch back | |
Well she won’t let you get that | |
I’m stepping in the mother****in driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****in rhyme my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops | |
Them picking up people in mug shots | |
I’m on my grind (I get money, big money), | |
Yea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money) | |
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops | |
Them picking up people in mug shots | |
I’m on my grind (I get money, big money), | |
Yea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money) | |
Roll out! | |
It’s bread over everything, you get your money – let it be | |
Life is just a felony, at least that’s what they tellin me | |
G code, I live it to the letter like it’s spellin | |
B One foot in the grave, still the bury me a ****in | |
G I’m stepping in the mother****in driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****in rhyme my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) | |
Halla at them | |
G Wanna make some money man | |
Let’s work for real bread man, not paying man | |
You work with me | |
Ric mother****er | |
Flair nigga |
I' m stepping in the mother in driver' s chair I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I' ve been stuntin 75 thousand diamonds clear I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
You ain' t no gangsta, you' s a mother in | |
Ron my playa I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
Been moving weed, state to state | |
Spittin flows, getting cake | |
in hoes, get plenty face | |
My friends say | |
I' m a mental case | |
My bitch sayin | |
I leave er | |
And she gon give me a bigger case | |
She know where the shotties and a bunch of in bodies lit | |
Natural pullin struttin bitch, | |
I' ll be getting money | |
If a sucka try and punk me, | |
I' m bombing no introductions | |
If these homies try and brush, | |
I chop it, get off and run it | |
I grew up in the 90' s, | |
I keep me from frontin | |
With a 6th sense, money power get that | |
I' m livin the thug life | |
I' m rolling to them big stripes, big stacks, go like | |
I' m pitch black | |
I take er for the night and after that you get your bitch back | |
Well she won' t let you get that | |
I' m stepping in the mother in driver' s chair I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I' ve been stuntin 75 thousand diamonds clear I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
You ain' t no gangsta, you' s a mother in rhyme my playa I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops | |
Them picking up people in mug shots | |
I' m on my grind I get money, big money, | |
Yea, I' m on my grind I get money, big money | |
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops | |
Them picking up people in mug shots | |
I' m on my grind I get money, big money, | |
Yea, I' m on my grind I get money, big money | |
Roll out! | |
It' s bread over everything, you get your money let it be | |
Life is just a felony, at least that' s what they tellin me | |
G code, I live it to the letter like it' s spellin | |
B One foot in the grave, still the bury me a in | |
G I' m stepping in the mother in driver' s chair I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I' ve been stuntin 75 thousand diamonds clear I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
You ain' t no gangsta, you' s a mother in rhyme my playa I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
Halla at them | |
G Wanna make some money man | |
Let' s work for real bread man, not paying man | |
You work with me | |
Ric mother er | |
Flair nigga |
I' m stepping in the mother in driver' s chair I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I' ve been stuntin 75 thousand diamonds clear I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
You ain' t no gangsta, you' s a mother in | |
Ron my playa I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
Been moving weed, state to state | |
Spittin flows, getting cake | |
in hoes, get plenty face | |
My friends say | |
I' m a mental case | |
My bitch sayin | |
I leave er | |
And she gon give me a bigger case | |
She know where the shotties and a bunch of in bodies lit | |
Natural pullin struttin bitch, | |
I' ll be getting money | |
If a sucka try and punk me, | |
I' m bombing no introductions | |
If these homies try and brush, | |
I chop it, get off and run it | |
I grew up in the 90' s, | |
I keep me from frontin | |
With a 6th sense, money power get that | |
I' m livin the thug life | |
I' m rolling to them big stripes, big stacks, go like | |
I' m pitch black | |
I take er for the night and after that you get your bitch back | |
Well she won' t let you get that | |
I' m stepping in the mother in driver' s chair I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I' ve been stuntin 75 thousand diamonds clear I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
You ain' t no gangsta, you' s a mother in rhyme my playa I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops | |
Them picking up people in mug shots | |
I' m on my grind I get money, big money, | |
Yea, I' m on my grind I get money, big money | |
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops | |
Them picking up people in mug shots | |
I' m on my grind I get money, big money, | |
Yea, I' m on my grind I get money, big money | |
Roll out! | |
It' s bread over everything, you get your money let it be | |
Life is just a felony, at least that' s what they tellin me | |
G code, I live it to the letter like it' s spellin | |
B One foot in the grave, still the bury me a in | |
G I' m stepping in the mother in driver' s chair I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
I' ve been stuntin 75 thousand diamonds clear I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
You ain' t no gangsta, you' s a mother in rhyme my playa I get grips yea like Ric Flair | |
Halla at them | |
G Wanna make some money man | |
Let' s work for real bread man, not paying man | |
You work with me | |
Ric mother er | |
Flair nigga |