ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lanzamientos de álbumes
Artistas
Comunidade
Francés
Portuguese
Inglés
Corrección Letra
MOZEL TOV/YUNG NIGGA.
par
Die Mondez
Regreso
Letra
Part I: Mozel Tov Yah I could rap circles around most of these n***as I don't understand what you people be seein' in 'em I find it hard to believe in 'em Most of them soundin' like me, it's like I'm conceiving 'em N***as get salty, they want all my sauce and ingredients Like a young n***a didn't have to go out and go bleed for it All on my phone on some needy sh*t I gave these n***as the Piff like one time, now they fiend for it Stylin' on 'em check the Jewish I make a 100K clean, I didn't know til I blew it I took a trip right out the country I'm f**kin' with a foreign hoe her English wasn't fluent My other b*t*h she so obsessive, every single second she finna know what I'm doin' Checkin' in right where the cheque is Flexin' on 'em if they ever come check how I'm doin' If they wanna do it we can do it Y'all n***as pu**y, don't really matter how you view it And to be honest, dawg, I knew it They tried to jack my whole flow I came back and renewed it This forever, I can't lose it I told these n***as if I get one shot I'ma shoot it Your favourite rapper goin' through it I'm 'bout to blow like a bomb, can't nobody defuse it I, I said I'm 'bout to take off on all of you hoes I can't lie, I'm red-eye from all these blunts a n***a done smoked See the signs, you n***as all greasy can't f**k with none of you folks Ain't nobody but myself I owe He comin' for mine? Then he gotta die slow I'm so wavy baby N***as forgot the hate me, now they congratulate Waitin' on it, I need what's mine today, I ain't got time to waste Faded often, man, I can't feel my face I'm in the trap all day Mazel Tov, n***a, congratulate Me and my dawgs all made it You n***as think it's a game I'm trippin', I'm off of the 'pane It help me with offing the pain You n***as is lame, you awfully soundin' the same While awkwardly tryna maintain You n***as standards is lower than dumb n***a grades I'm in the cut like a fade Ain't nothin' new, I been fire since like back in the day Trust me, no cap on my name Somebody stop me, dawg, I'm goin' off Stack it like Jewish n***as, Mazel Tov I'm gettin' cheese, I'm gettin' parmesan Fingers been itchin' rubbin' on my palms Don't need no validation, motherf**ker your award All my life, been goin' hard I might need like three hoes, third time is the charm They tryna f**k with the boss, you dig? I'm so wavy baby N***as forgot the hate me, now they congratulate Waitin' on it, I need what's mine today, I ain't got time to waste Faded often, man, I can't feel my face I'm in the trap all day Mazel Tov, n***a, congratulate Me and my dawgs all made it Part II: Yung N***a (Oh yeah) Yeah See with Meezzo there ain't no predicting him (No!) That boy wavy, he so sickenin' Even my opps gettin' sick of him (Right) N***as always talk a lot If it ain't the money then I got no business in it (Never) Fire in the booth if I'm hopping in it (Hm) Droppin' bombs like I got Charlie with me (Yah) Know I made it out the bottom I got model b*t*hes, I'm sticking my d**k up in it (Wow!) Pot of Gold, I put my fingers in it (Ooh) Close the door, I put my foot up in it (B*t*h) If a n***a ever try to come between what's mine, he gon' have a predicament (Right) I don't start it, boy, I finish it (I do) I'm drippin' water, let her swim in it I'm pushin' the limit I might be the definition of "Dammit, he crossed the line" (Dammit, he crossed the line) See this ain't no gimmick Why you think my name is Die Mondez? My n***a I'm meant to shine (Dammit I'm meant to shine) I'm living my lyrics, you n***as living a lie Ask about me, I'm really the guy (Ask about me I'm the guy) All I know, go and get it I get the bag and I flip it Pray for my n***as that stuck on the block tryna spin it Uhm, huh I'm finna come for what's mine, I won't stop til a young n***a get it Uhm, huh Got a new b*t*h gimme brain, she don't stop til a young n***a finish Uhm, huh If you talkin' money then holla at me 'cause a young n***a widdit Uhm, huh I'm goin' out a legend, when I die know a young n***a did it Woah! (Huh) Dirty cup, poured (Huh) Pockets fat, swole (Huh) Dammit a young n***a on! (Huh) I light one up for my foes (Huh) Dirty cup, poured (Huh) Pockets fat, swole (Huh) Dammit a young n***a on! (Huh) Woah! (Huh) Actually Everythin' that happened what had to be I put blood, sweat and tears in this sh*t mixed with pa**ion and pain to become what I had to be I'm exposin' their ways, tell him straight to his face "You a fake, ain't no way you out-rapping me" Got 'em panickin', they shakin' up in they boots They like "Meezzo f**kin' up the strategy" Stack the coin up, find where the bag would be I'm duckin' hoes, they on my phone they nagging me They tryna fall in love but that's a fallacy And I don't hang with n***as, they cappin' me Don't compare to none of these n***as Ain't no compet**ion, can't nobody challenge me Prolly smoke 'em like I do a bag of weed School these n***as, this the rap academy F**k if they mad at me, yeah Uhm, huh I'm finna come for what's mine, I won't stop til a young n***a get it Uhm, huh Got a new b*t*h gimme brain, she don't stop til a young n***a finish Uhm, huh If you talkin' money then holla at me 'cause a young n***a widdit Uhm, huh I'm goin' out a legend, when I die know a young n***a did it Woah! (Huh) Dirty cup, poured (Huh) Pockets fat, swole (Huh) Dammit a young n***a on! (Huh) I light one up for my foes (Huh) Dirty cup, poured (Huh) Pockets fat, swole (Huh) Dammit a young n***a on! (Huh) Woah! (Huh)
videoclip
Tu nombre será publicado. Deje los campos en blanco para permanecer en el anonimato.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Insertar medios
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Recuérdame
Contraseña perdida
Conectarte
Registrarse