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Letra : Whisper Man
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
Oh, we gon do it like that?
Okay
Damn
I think his, alright
N***a slid down but he ain't shoot, I think his pistol jammed
I been the sh*t since I was young, I need some tissue, man
N***as talkin' crazy to my bro, like what's the issue man?
Like if I leave you dead right here right now, is they gon' miss you man?
You do not got no bag, you the middle man
Hit you 'cross your head with this bottle, I'll split your head
.223's hit your body, you in the 'spital, man
Real Beecher n***a throwin' five, I'm the Nickel Man
I'll get to whisperin' to your b*t*h, I'm the Whisper Man
I be ducked off in the woods with no signal, man
I'll get to touchin' on your body, I'm the Tickle Man
When I step out I shine bright, like a crystal man
Thirteen M's in four months, I'm official, man
Same people actin' like they with you, they gon diss you, man
Damn
Damn
I ain't even wanna talk on this part, this b*t*h so hard
Started gettin' money, I don't know who the f**k to trust
I remember sleepin' on the couch, we was f**ked up
I remember when we lost Gabe, I cried a hundred days
The streets really f**ked up, put a hundred rounds on every K
I'm finna have a son, so hell yeah I wrote a song about it
Chatty a** n***a broke as hell, he can't afford exotics
Rap check was twenty-five thousand, I bought more exotics
I remember wearin' the same shoes, now I rock designer
We'll wet your whole block up, like thundershowers
This n***a Jay got so many b*t*hes, he Austin Powers
Walk a n***a down with this K, I'm Michael Myers
I just bought so many bowls, I'm tryna find some buyers
You need to throw your whole bag, it's not gettin' me higher
Me and YN Jay just set the whole booth on fire
I don't like to listen to rappers, these n***as lyin'
I just rolled a hundred woods, I think a n***a flyin'
A n***a touch this chain on my neck, then a n***a dyin'
I'm tryna make a whole lotta money, like that n***a Ron
You can really make a hundred mil', n***a you ain't tryin'
I don't even wanna hit your pu**y, b*t*h, you ain't fine
Oh, we gon do it like that?
Okay
Damn
I think his, alright
N***a slid down but he ain't shoot, I think his pistol jammed
I been the sh*t since I was young, I need some tissue, man
N***as talkin' crazy to my bro, like what's the issue man?
Like if I leave you dead right here right now, is they gon' miss you man?
You do not got no bag, you the middle man
Hit you 'cross your head with this bottle, I'll split your head
.223's hit your body, you in the 'spital, man
Real Beecher n***a throwin' five, I'm the Nickel Man
I'll get to whisperin' to your b*t*h, I'm the Whisper Man
I be ducked off in the woods with no signal, man
I'll get to touchin' on your body, I'm the Tickle Man
When I step out I shine bright, like a crystal man
Thirteen M's in four months, I'm official, man
Same people actin' like they with you, they gon diss you, man
Damn
Damn
I ain't even wanna talk on this part, this b*t*h so hard
Started gettin' money, I don't know who the f**k to trust
I remember sleepin' on the couch, we was f**ked up
I remember when we lost Gabe, I cried a hundred days
The streets really f**ked up, put a hundred rounds on every K
I'm finna have a son, so hell yeah I wrote a song about it
Chatty a** n***a broke as hell, he can't afford exotics
Rap check was twenty-five thousand, I bought more exotics
I remember wearin' the same shoes, now I rock designer
We'll wet your whole block up, like thundershowers
This n***a Jay got so many b*t*hes, he Austin Powers
Walk a n***a down with this K, I'm Michael Myers
I just bought so many bowls, I'm tryna find some buyers
You need to throw your whole bag, it's not gettin' me higher
Me and YN Jay just set the whole booth on fire
I don't like to listen to rappers, these n***as lyin'
I just rolled a hundred woods, I think a n***a flyin'
A n***a touch this chain on my neck, then a n***a dyin'
I'm tryna make a whole lotta money, like that n***a Ron
You can really make a hundred mil', n***a you ain't tryin'
I don't even wanna hit your pu**y, b*t*h, you ain't fine
