Trouble Man (Explicit)-The Alchemist/T.F/Boldy James

歌手 : The Alchemist / T.F / Boldy James

专辑 : Flying High (Explicit)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:10

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TXT Trouble Man (Explicit)-The Alchemist/T.F/Boldy James 文本歌词

Okay, okay, look

I grew up squeezin' pistols outta smoking rentals

That was like candy, it ran through her dental, uh

This yellow tape with Alchemist on instrumentals

I guess I'm solid

Since they judge you on the **** you been through

Who you kin to? Who you friends with?

It ain't no dead weight, it's only deadlifts

Headshots, leave a neck slit

When it come to ballin', I hope your niggas set picks

Look, we gotta score

End up on the shore with some Spanish *******

Each one of them, mi amor

Classic like the Diadoras and wood grain rifles

The company I keep, I consider 'em idols

Look, God mode

You can't see me even if you lost that blindfold

You can't beat me, I Gorilla ***** this Congo, concrete jungle

I know some niggas who lost weight but never lost they muscle

I know some niggas who lost weight but never lost they hustle

Everything scandalous , Rugers is muzzled, killer

Just caught a body in my sleep, I need a dream chaser

Pics of John Gotti and me, saved on my screensaver

I put some money on your head, that's a quick weave

Bet they won't even notice he was missin' 'til a week later

I put in pain for this shit, this ain't no cheap labor

'Cause when it come to felonies, it ain't no free favors

Lined him up with two of his mans, gave 'em three tapers

Mother**** the blender, we gon' put him in the cheese grater

Yeah, where we at?

From the land of the scant, to the home of the scurvy

Could never put my stamp on it, 'cause he was never sturdy

How I look beefin' with some niggas I ain't never heard of?

Youngin', he ain't never caught a sentence, quick to catch a murder

Trappin' out of state in Louis V., Supreme

Slappin' all this bass, I show you why they call me B.B. King

Better leave a nigga be, 'cause if I'm feelin' bothered

Them niggas with them .223s quick to kill a toddler

Wicked thoughts of a demon committing cardinal sin

Pray it keep me shielded from the evil in the hearts of men

Got stripped of all them precious metals, that was gold plated

Lucifer's advocate, the Devil got my soul tainted

Ankle monitor on my foot, out on the bond

Baby Saigon, come to my hood, it look like Lebanon

I'll walk you down with that drum like the second line

And leave your brains on the curb, but don't pay me no never mind

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