CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Thirsty
Yeah
Uh, superstar
I said
Yeah, huh
Uh huh
You ready? Okay
Stand in front of the mic, I rhyme and pass the time, I passed the time, the time is past
Thats how I pass the time with rhymes, like
My rhymes divine, I stand in line, I said I'm waiting for my time to shine, and get a dime off of these motherf**kin' rhymes
Stop, run it back, look at what I spit
I tell you thats how I do, that purple I don't sip, your girl really want me cus she think that I'm a pimp, I feel like Fantano cus I'm feeling a light 6, yeah, uh huh
I dont feel it though
I dont feel the love
All i see is drugs
I see double cups
I just wanna go
They like what the f**k
b*t*h you sh*tty boy, just leave us the f**k alone
I left went back home, they really want me gone, and now I'm back on the grind again that sh*t is on
Don't give a f**k about nobody who ain't on my lane
Before you get the bread you really gotta get the grain
I spit it, I get it
You better and you thirsty, but if you tryin' to beat me, then I guess you ain’t understandin'
I run this game, yeah I run this game
I'm 'boutta win
You might win, but you don't win the same
I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame
When I get up in this b*t*h, this sh*t won't be the same
Yeah, I bet you weren't expecting this sh*t at all
Alright
Going in, I ain't new to this, I know how to begin
The rap game is treacherous, it want you to forget your friends
I feel like you might just end up looking forward to the end
Get messed up and take some pills and go get sent to jail by feds
If you stay calm, you might just keep this sh*t under your arm
If ammo was f**kin bars, I’d always be f**kin armed
I keep a belt around my waist and that's the only strap I carry
My music is kick-ass and almighty like Jim Carrey
Sike, you’re motherf**kin' right, tonight's the night
To poison you with my rhymes, like blight, don’t get me tight
Get out of my sight, or you might be filled with fright
That's right, yeah I said it right, let it go again like
I spit it, I get it
You better and you thirsty, but if you tryin' to beat me, then I guess you ain’t understandin'
I run this game, yeah I run this game
I'm 'boutta win
You might win, but you don't win the same
I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame
When I get up in this b*t*h, this sh*t won't be the same
I switched it like blades, and I spray it like Glade
This rap sh*t never fades
I’m 'boutta raid the f**kin' game
Now I ain't the type of mof**ka' wantin' to get wild
I might drink a single Caprisun, as long as that sh*t mild
I don’t wanna make my sh*t boring
That's why everytime I write I'm in the skies, soaring
I met a new woman
But she ain't from Colorado
Yeah, her accent foreign
She got nice blond hair, and her dress orange
Thats a lyric cause' I'm tryin' to get far on this
All these other sh*tty rappers they just ain't no contest
I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame
When I get up in this b*t*h this sh*t won't be the same, yeah
Sike, you're motherf**kin' right, tonight's the night, yeah
Uh, superstar
I said
Yeah, huh
Uh huh
You ready? Okay
Stand in front of the mic, I rhyme and pass the time, I passed the time, the time is past
Thats how I pass the time with rhymes, like
My rhymes divine, I stand in line, I said I'm waiting for my time to shine, and get a dime off of these motherf**kin' rhymes
Stop, run it back, look at what I spit
I tell you thats how I do, that purple I don't sip, your girl really want me cus she think that I'm a pimp, I feel like Fantano cus I'm feeling a light 6, yeah, uh huh
I dont feel it though
I dont feel the love
All i see is drugs
I see double cups
I just wanna go
They like what the f**k
b*t*h you sh*tty boy, just leave us the f**k alone
I left went back home, they really want me gone, and now I'm back on the grind again that sh*t is on
Don't give a f**k about nobody who ain't on my lane
Before you get the bread you really gotta get the grain
I spit it, I get it
You better and you thirsty, but if you tryin' to beat me, then I guess you ain’t understandin'
I run this game, yeah I run this game
I'm 'boutta win
You might win, but you don't win the same
I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame
When I get up in this b*t*h, this sh*t won't be the same
Yeah, I bet you weren't expecting this sh*t at all
Alright
Going in, I ain't new to this, I know how to begin
The rap game is treacherous, it want you to forget your friends
I feel like you might just end up looking forward to the end
Get messed up and take some pills and go get sent to jail by feds
If you stay calm, you might just keep this sh*t under your arm
If ammo was f**kin bars, I’d always be f**kin armed
I keep a belt around my waist and that's the only strap I carry
My music is kick-ass and almighty like Jim Carrey
Sike, you’re motherf**kin' right, tonight's the night
To poison you with my rhymes, like blight, don’t get me tight
Get out of my sight, or you might be filled with fright
That's right, yeah I said it right, let it go again like
I spit it, I get it
You better and you thirsty, but if you tryin' to beat me, then I guess you ain’t understandin'
I run this game, yeah I run this game
I'm 'boutta win
You might win, but you don't win the same
I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame
When I get up in this b*t*h, this sh*t won't be the same
I switched it like blades, and I spray it like Glade
This rap sh*t never fades
I’m 'boutta raid the f**kin' game
Now I ain't the type of mof**ka' wantin' to get wild
I might drink a single Caprisun, as long as that sh*t mild
I don’t wanna make my sh*t boring
That's why everytime I write I'm in the skies, soaring
I met a new woman
But she ain't from Colorado
Yeah, her accent foreign
She got nice blond hair, and her dress orange
Thats a lyric cause' I'm tryin' to get far on this
All these other sh*tty rappers they just ain't no contest
I got the flow going on, you know that sh*t is flame
When I get up in this b*t*h this sh*t won't be the same, yeah
Sike, you're motherf**kin' right, tonight's the night, yeah
