ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lanzamientos de álbumes
Artistas
Comunidade
Francés
Portuguese
Inglés
Corrección Letra
Young Xtlxs!
par
Xtlxs
Regreso
Letra
Trash the swag, the only thing I ask is to put the motherf**kin' money in the bag Said you depressed? You on some kind of f**kin' amphetamine, methamphetamine Further on and ever more I adore all of you haters, you ain't making the craters Said I'm a disaster, I'm becoming a master, you say that I'm myself but I'm sorry to say that I'm not Marshall I don't sit around crying at the bar stool, I don't sit around taking shots at rappers Matter of fact, I respect them ain't no reason to trash Em I can be relentless but only when you're underneath my surface I got inspired but the Ratt Pack all the way from the front and to back, ain't no way I ever turn back Ain't now way you ever gonna have a lot of money, gotta play it smart in order to have a lot of money Always tryna make some easy money but you only ever stuck with that pocket change, you act deranged, you are so strange, looking at me now through the gun range I'm out here, tryna make a lotta dough, ain't no way you ever gonna f**king know, got you throwing extra change in a wishing well (aye, aye) Got you picking up extra change in the muddy snow, I'm always out here killin' tracks like a motherf**kin' pro Bet you never thought I was ever gonna match this flow, I been working hard on my sh*t on the down low Come into the game and you know that I'ma kill it, cause I started years ago going by a different name Now I'm killin' tracks like a pro, y'all still don't know my flow, one day I'ma make it up and realize that I'm gonna blow (aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye)
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