LRC歌词

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[00:01.710]Ha ha ha
[00:03.120]Oh d**n
[00:04.470]Now bop to this
[00:06.420]Oh yeah
[00:07.860]Ya'll know what this is
[00:08.880]Flame on
[00:10.410]Juvenile
[00:12.030]Drag on
[00:12.420]Flame on
[00:13.050]And now swizz swizz beatz yeah
[00:15.870]Me and my *s done licked shots
[00:17.220]Even done hit cops
[00:18.240]Bet ya'll *s can't wait till my s**t drop
[00:19.650]Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
[00:21.330]N***a you don't want my paper drop
[00:22.290]Cause that means I'm empty
[00:23.400]And your full of it
[00:24.240]Check what the bullet did
[00:25.320]Missiles gonna hit you get you
[00:26.970]Rip through tissue
[00:27.660]Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
[00:29.400]I make plus cash
[00:30.150]Ya'll little *s can't f**k wit drag
[00:31.740]Got the chain out
[00:32.310]So it's bust and grab
[00:33.150]N***a f**k that
[00:33.930]You better bust back
[00:34.650]'Fore ya n***a ask back where the vest at
[00:36.300]Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
[00:37.860]Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
[00:39.480]All you can do is cuss back
[00:40.530]And read back how you bust gats
[00:42.000]N***a we don't need that
[00:43.140]I don't care about your feed back
[00:44.160]Ya'll *s don't feed drag
[00:45.450]Tell a motherf**ker pull out
[00:46.410]Bust a bullet out
[00:47.100]In ya safe house
[00:47.880]N***a where the keys at
[00:48.690]N***a where the stash at
[00:49.950]N***a where the w**d at
[00:50.820]N***a pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
[00:52.290]Mater fact where the a*s at
[00:53.250]Cause I got the ruff ryders
[00:54.000]And I ain't talkin bout my *s
[00:55.320]N***a we can go h*e for h*e
[00:56.670]Toe to toe
[00:57.180]Blow for blow
[00:57.750]And when you fell your nose crack
[00:58.830]That mean I broke that
[00:59.730]I'm fittin to po po wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
[01:02.340]You can't handle it
[01:03.480]You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
[01:07.020]And who that n***a ruff rydin'
[01:12.720]Drag on
[01:15.630]Ya'll *s and south siders
[01:21.900]Do ya'll *s bust ya'll guns
[01:23.640]Hell yeah we bust our guns
[01:25.260]Do you f**k them 'till they cum
[01:26.910]D**n right we make them cum
[01:28.350]It's for the north
[01:29.310]Head south head east head west
[01:31.950]Ruff ryders gonna show ya'll *s who rides the best
[01:35.220]Repeat
[01:35.430]In the late night
[01:36.480]We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
[01:38.790]Yo' head might explode
[01:40.140]When I bust with the lead pipe
[01:41.880]And I say right
[01:43.380]Juvenile hey tight
[01:45.060]Stay hype
[01:45.750]Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight
[01:49.080]I'm tired of *s be thinkin that you usein' me
[01:52.230]Runnin with them petty a*s *s lookin' like fools to me
[01:55.440]I'm workin wit some change ha
[01:57.420]And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
[02:00.720]You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
[02:04.050]Look I'ma have some body sayin' that's the shame game
[02:07.440]But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha
[02:10.620]Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
[02:14.100]Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
[02:17.430]Yo' get some boys straped with
[02:18.630]Ban
[02:18.960]Danas tryin knock off yo' s**t
[02:20.670]Ya stankin' b***h
[02:21.720]I ruff ryde your a*s then
[02:23.670]Cashin' for money
[02:32.400]Juve ain't gettin nothin'
[02:35.700]Ha ha ha that s**t is funny
[02:42.420]Repat chorus
[02:49.290]X2
[02:53.640]When my *s get knocked we gonna bail them out
[02:56.730]When it come to my gun my shells is out
[02:58.350]You better get the message cause I done mailed it out
[03:00.150]I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
[03:01.680]East west the right
[03:02.640]This for my *s up north
[03:03.840]My guns made in china so you better dust off
[03:05.820]Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
[03:07.290]I always got chedder
[03:08.070]I never a*s bet ya'
[03:09.240]And I won't even sweat ya'
[03:10.170]We roll much larger and better
[03:11.370]My dough is never low
[03:12.210]But if drag is down on his last
[03:13.830]I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
[03:15.480]Make a n***a feel heat in cold weather
[03:17.040]Can't stand a n***a hype
[03:17.940]Throw me his b***h
[03:18.930]B***h come to my s**t
[03:19.410]You betta come get her
[03:20.370]Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
[03:22.050]Ya'll make me so tired
[03:23.400]Ya'll *s still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
[03:25.320]Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots
[03:26.400]Ain't got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
[03:28.710]When they come you better hope they don't name you
[03:30.240]Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
[03:32.040]Don't try to be me cause I ain't you
[03:33.720]'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
[03:35.310]My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
[03:36.960]Wana f**k watch out she will bang you
[03:38.550]Cause I taught her well
[03:39.420]Ya'll players better haul to hell
[03:48.720]But you *s couldn't borrow a belt
[03:56.250]Who evers wit you is gonna jail
[04:01.110]Is you *s bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha
[04:07.170]You want to f**k'em till they cum ha
[04:18.660]Drag on juvenille double up what you want ha
[04:26.730]Repeat chorus
[04:36.480]X4

文本歌词


Ha ha ha
Oh d**n
Now bop to this
Oh yeah
Ya'll know what this is
Flame on
Juvenile
Drag on
Flame on
And now swizz swizz beatz yeah
Me and my *s done licked shots
Even done hit cops
Bet ya'll *s can't wait till my s**t drop
Treat you like your moma given' lip to pop
N***a you don't want my paper drop
Cause that means I'm empty
And your full of it
Check what the bullet did
Missiles gonna hit you get you
Rip through tissue
Should have never rhymed this cause I miss you
I make plus cash
Ya'll little *s can't f**k wit drag
Got the chain out
So it's bust and grab
N***a f**k that
You better bust back
'Fore ya n***a ask back where the vest at
Rock like a girl but you can't trust cash
Spit like a fire but you can't touch black
All you can do is cuss back
And read back how you bust gats
N***a we don't need that
I don't care about your feed back
Ya'll *s don't feed drag
Tell a motherf**ker pull out
Bust a bullet out
In ya safe house
N***a where the keys at
N***a where the stash at
N***a where the w**d at
N***a pass that 'fore I pull my trigger
Mater fact where the a*s at
Cause I got the ruff ryders
And I ain't talkin bout my *s
N***a we can go h*e for h*e
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
And when you fell your nose crack
That mean I broke that
I'm fittin to po po wit a flame thrower like I told yo' befo' ya know
You can't handle it
You can put me on wax but my fire burn candles
And who that n***a ruff rydin'
Drag on
Ya'll *s and south siders
Do ya'll *s bust ya'll guns
Hell yeah we bust our guns
Do you f**k them 'till they cum
D**n right we make them cum
It's for the north
Head south head east head west
Ruff ryders gonna show ya'll *s who rides the best
Repeat
In the late night
We be cockin high givin' you stage fright
Yo' head might explode
When I bust with the lead pipe
And I say right
Juvenile hey tight
Stay hype
Now page mike and make sure he got all the yeah aight
I'm tired of *s be thinkin that you usein' me
Runnin with them petty a*s *s lookin' like fools to me
I'm workin wit some change ha
And ain't afraid to put 50 up on ya brain ha
You 'bout warin' over ya people I'm the same ha
Look I'ma have some body sayin' that's the shame game
But if them people come they ain't gonna give no names ha
Playin' with the number one son don't play no games ha
Come outside don't see nothin' but camoflage and bricks
Yo' get some boys straped with
Ban
Danas tryin knock off yo' s**t
Ya stankin' b***h
I ruff ryde your a*s then
Cashin' for money
Juve ain't gettin nothin'
Ha ha ha that s**t is funny
Repat chorus
X2
When my *s get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
You better get the message cause I done mailed it out
I'ma bang like a hammer and I'ma nail us out
East west the right
This for my *s up north
My guns made in china so you better dust off
Cause when they getcha you gonna be ketchup
I always got chedder
I never a*s bet ya'
And I won't even sweat ya'
We roll much larger and better
My dough is never low
But if drag is down on his last
I'ma reach in my sweater bet my baretta
Make a n***a feel heat in cold weather
Can't stand a n***a hype
Throw me his b***h
B***h come to my s**t
You betta come get her
Be like a dog with a bone I run with her
Ya'll make me so tired
Ya'll *s still rappin' like ya'll don't know my flows fire
Ya'll ain't got ya'll boots
Ain't got ya'll suits probaly got a gun that ain't never shoot
When they come you better hope they don't name you
Cause like two sticks rubbin' I'll flame you
Don't try to be me cause I ain't you
'Fore I have your spirits with the angels
My shorty keep a gun on the ankles
Wana f**k watch out she will bang you
Cause I taught her well
Ya'll players better haul to hell
But you *s couldn't borrow a belt
Who evers wit you is gonna jail
Is you *s bustin' guns or you ain't bustin' none ha
You want to f**k'em till they cum ha
Drag on juvenille double up what you want ha
Repeat chorus
X4

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