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Devour - Bout Me текст песни

Исполнитель: Devour

альбом: Different


Lemme tell you something 'bout me
I'm with the shit boy
14, I done popped my first clip, boy
Since then, I had to keep it on my hip, boy
If I let it ring, then I'll promise I won't miss, boy
You'll be get it crackin', get it crackin'
Stay up in the section where all the shit happen
Up and down Wolfskill to the seven hunnids
If I see the police, best believe I'm runnin'
I'm posted up with Scrappy, posted up with Rugrat
One in the dome, just in case I gotta bus back
Shootouts in public, I done already done that
But if you tryna fade, motherfucker, we can run that
That's one thing I never turn down my whole life
Fuck, I look like being scared of a fight
Momma told me if they trip, then take flight
Knock me down once, shit, I finna get him twice
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Keep on me, 'cause these streets really cold
Just made a few bands, give my microphone
And I will never spend none of it up on these hoes
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Keep it on me 'cause these streets really cold
(Yee!)
Fresh off the porch with an OZ
Getting tired of the niggas say they know me
Matter 'fact, yeah, he do, 'cause he owe me
And when I see that mo'fucker then it's gon' be a homicide
'Cause I'm down to ride, long as I'm alive
Keep a pistol on my side, nowadays, nobody fire
You a lying mo'fucker, you don't talk guns
Got the scoop from your hoe, you don't own one
You a bitch, heard about you in the pin hoe
Rolled it up, 'cause you softer than a pillow
Where I come from, we don't talk, we don't do courts
Throw a couple bands, get you smoked like a Newport
If you know me then you know what I been through
When it come to beef, all that talkin' I ain't into
Matter 'fact, when it come to beef, shit's simple
Boy, you finna get your ass beat instrumental
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Keep on me, 'cause these streets really cold
Just made a few bands give my microphone
And I will never spend none of it, up on these hoes
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Keep it on me, 'cause these streets really cold
Pistol on (yee) go, pistol on fire
Keep it on me, I ain't gon' fight cha
All you fuck boys go and line up
Only find me with gangstas and riders
Pistol on go, pistol on fire
Keep it on me, I ain't gon' fight cha
All you fuck boys go and line up
Only find me with gangstas and riders
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Keep on me, 'cause these streets really cold
Just made a few bands, give my microphone
And I will never spend none of it up on these hoes
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Pistol on fire, pistol on go
Keep it on me, 'cause these streets really cold
Pistol on go, pistol on fire
Keep it on me, I ain't gon' fight cha
All you fuck boys go and line up
Only find me with gangstas and riders
Pistol on go, pistol on fire
Keep it on me, I ain't gon' fight cha
All you fuck boys go and line up
Only find me with gangstas and riders
(Yee)

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