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Letra : Welcome 2 Carver Shores
Welcome 2 Carver Shores (Lyrics)
What are some terms or some frasses one might hear in the city of Orlando right about now
Oh Jit, YG, Uh Uh that lil skirrrt sh*t we use that sh*t
Uh, Ay, Yuh, Talk to um
Young n***a with a big dog status, I let my nuts hang/
Right there in Poppy Park, we turnt into a gun range/
Carver Shores is where I grew up, to trappin and gun slang/
Waiting on my chance to make it out, finally the bus came/
I really waited till the bus came/
On the road to riches, now I’m back out of the bus lane/
Being broke can’t be an option, there ain’t no such thing/
Play with me I don’t do no talking, pu**y I bust brains/
Thеse streets go me like this, causing mika so much pain/
But now I hit thе gas off in the mustang/
All white coupe with the red interior, seats flooded out with blood just like a period/
Coming hard when I’m on the beat, this sh*t so serious/
I be tryna preach when I talk, but they ain’t hearing it/ (they ain’t hearing it)
Well let me say this sh*t clearer/
Old n!gg@s hate on the youngins, they need a new swag/
Old faces still on that money I got a new bag/
I was head first in these streets just movin to fast/
Now they really hate that I shine, them n1gg@s to mad/
Dam Poody how you do dat/
Go escalate I’m just a few steps from living lavish/
Reaching for the top, with the stars I gotta grab it/
Special kinda n!gg@ I ain’t nothin like ya average/
Cuz every chance I get on my momma, they gotta have it/
Just know I’m a do um nasty/
Youngin life a movie, when I ain’t tryna be flashy/
Son of a boss, yeah I be stuntin like my daddy/
But now I got the ball, and they keep beggin me to pass it/
Jump behind the wheel, foot on the gas and I’m a mash it/
Man I don’t do no cappin/
What are some terms or some frasses one might hear in the city of Orlando right about now
Oh Jit, YG, Uh Uh that lil skirrrt sh*t we use that sh*t
Uh, Ay, Yuh, Talk to um
Young n***a with a big dog status, I let my nuts hang/
Right there in Poppy Park, we turnt into a gun range/
Carver Shores is where I grew up, to trappin and gun slang/
Waiting on my chance to make it out, finally the bus came/
I really waited till the bus came/
On the road to riches, now I’m back out of the bus lane/
Being broke can’t be an option, there ain’t no such thing/
Play with me I don’t do no talking, pu**y I bust brains/
Thеse streets go me like this, causing mika so much pain/
But now I hit thе gas off in the mustang/
All white coupe with the red interior, seats flooded out with blood just like a period/
Coming hard when I’m on the beat, this sh*t so serious/
I be tryna preach when I talk, but they ain’t hearing it/ (they ain’t hearing it)
Well let me say this sh*t clearer/
Old n!gg@s hate on the youngins, they need a new swag/
Old faces still on that money I got a new bag/
I was head first in these streets just movin to fast/
Now they really hate that I shine, them n1gg@s to mad/
Dam Poody how you do dat/
Go escalate I’m just a few steps from living lavish/
Reaching for the top, with the stars I gotta grab it/
Special kinda n!gg@ I ain’t nothin like ya average/
Cuz every chance I get on my momma, they gotta have it/
Just know I’m a do um nasty/
Youngin life a movie, when I ain’t tryna be flashy/
Son of a boss, yeah I be stuntin like my daddy/
But now I got the ball, and they keep beggin me to pass it/
Jump behind the wheel, foot on the gas and I’m a mash it/
Man I don’t do no cappin/
