156 Hudson (Explicit)-Scorey

歌手 : Scorey
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:27

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TXT 156 Hudson (Explicit)-Scorey 文本歌词

156 Hudson (Explicit) - Scorey
Lyrics by:Bakari Ward/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Nick Mira/Parker Young/Nathan Scott Lamarche/Damian Vinh Hien Hoffmanns/Ethan Hayes
Composed by:Bakari Ward/Danny Snodgrass, Jr./Nick Mira/Parker Young/Nathan Scott Lamarche/Damian Vinh Hien Hoffmanns/Ethan Hayes
Produced by:Banrisk/Haze/Nash/Nick Mira/Paryo/Taz Taylor
Cash in my pocket rain on my wrist
All this money still don't cover
Up the pain that exists
Stand in cold weather
I kept that flame on my hip
Till I started chasing money
Glad I came to my senses
Hit his block up from different ways
Get a wig split
He got shot up and now he saved
And he christian
Wild ones don't **** wit' the gang
They don't listen
Loud guns he unleash his rage
Wit' that big fifth
Just give 'em 20 thou' think
They won't gun you down
Walk up and run you down then
Smoke a ******* pound
We' just some dirty niggas
But we gettin' money now
Bro keep that 30 wit' him 'cause
He need a bunch of rounds
Turn that switch on 'cause washy love
To hear that thunder sound
Made a diss-song and now you rappin'
From the ******* ground
Worm food when we get that lo'
We get to spinnin' like a whirlpool
Mind your buisness you ain't in this ****
It don't concern you
156 hudson I came up from hustlin'
Starvin' I ain't have no meal in my stomach
He' a target don't care where he is
We still comin'
He been heartless he been tryna kill
**** for nothin'
156 hudson that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie I broke up wit' the streets
And keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed still could never
Get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks racks
Dirty sprite shared I just had
To pour me up some lean
Havin' nightmares niggas tryna
Take me out my dreams
I stay right there post up wit'
My glizzy 17
And my type rare I can't name
A realer man than me
He got caught up on that block
Now it's a repass
All he saw was glock and heard that
Fahh he better think fast
Rip to zach I woke up thinking
'Bout my wingman uh
And lil roc scheming why you think
He got that ski-mask
156 hudson I came up from hustlin'
Starvin' I ain't have no
Meal in my stomach
He' a target don't care where he is
We still comin'
He been heartless he been tryna
Kill **** for nothin'
156 hudson that's where I was thuggin' at
I can't lie I broke up wit'
The streets and keep on runnin' back
All this bloodshed still could
Never get my brother back
Wipe my tears with a hunnid racks racks-racks