ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lançamentos de álbuns
Artistas
Comunidade
francês
Espanhol
Português
corrija a letra Letra
Leave
por
Trippie Redd
Retornar
Letra
If you come to my house, there's a Glock every couch Told the b*t*h he can't hang, so we lettin' him know We do drugs out this car, we be uppin' the count Put the catch on his head It look like advanced money, so my n***as they want that amout Off of these meds, I move like damn junkie All this pain that I got, it is locked We do the offer and y'all do the talk Take a look at this scope, up one, we chalk him Threw me a body damn ridin' with Cody We ain't gon' stop 'till the gang in a coffin New Drac, just bought it, all black with some [?] Your soul, we want it, that's what we robbin' for Find a location, we pull up and face 'em The jewelry, I take it, we need all of that Stuck to the block and I pose with a .50 They know how I'm comin', they know where I'm at I cover my tats And if I see a opp, Imma slay him like [?] Last n***a play with the gang Swear to god we left that boy lip detached That b*t*h hit my phone, say I'm doin' her wrong But I keep doing her wrong Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome Think that I'm smokin' on [?], it got my [?] Killin' in the house-
vídeo de música
Seu nome será publicado. Deixe os campos em branco para permanecer anônimo.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Adicionar mídia
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Lembre de mim
Senha perdida
Entrar
Registrarse