Screwed Up [Screwed] (Feat. Z-Ro & Dat Boy Grace)-Ronald Sharp

歌手 : Ronald Sharp

专辑 : [Screwed] 3Rd Coast Finest Volume 1

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:07

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TXT Screwed Up [Screwed] (Feat. Z-Ro & Dat Boy Grace)-Ronald Sharp 文本歌词

Screwed Up (Feat. Z-Ro & Dat Boy Grace) - Ronald Sharp

Screwed up

Click killas these n**gas don't want none

Screwed up

Click killas these n**gas don't want none

When I be coming down and gripping on my gun

Screwed up

Click killas these n**gas don't want none

When I be coming down and gripping gun gun

Finger on the trigger every ducking ducking

And running

From the scene cause Z Ro done busting busting

No longer serving fiends

I'm serving the dealers dealers

Affiliated with killers and multiple spillers spillers

A n**ga from out the 4

You know I don't sleep

If a n**ga don't work then a n**ga don't eat

So a n**ga is gone hustle

A n**ga is gone grind

Watch a young n**ga shine

B**ch this world is mine

I wanted to ball in the mix

I turned my crumbs into brick

Out of town

Dump U haulers turning east bigga n**gas in and out

With one callers we shot callers

And ballas and 20 inch blade crawlers

Big body tinted up Mazzaratti Impala

We prowlers on the scene

We go our mug on mean

It use to be sipping fours

But now it's jugs of that codeine

Quarter pines be puffing

But it ain't nothing but grass

Now how you love this bezeltine bezeltine

And all this wood wood on my dash

All this starch on my a**

And all this money in my stash

And how you love the way your h**s

Get all this d**k d**k in they a**

We screwed up entertainers

H** a** n**ga restrainers

Assembly line in the kitchen

Pickens in proper containers

We real n**gas n**gas not ill n**gas

Polos rap more than Hilfigers

We in this rap game to get mill n**gas

Running up on us you get killed n**gas

Money making we gone ball baby

We coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Screwed up click'd never fall baby

We coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Money making making we gone ball baby

We we coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Click click'd never fall

We we coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Staying crunk blazing blunts

Jamming Z Ro funk

Keep mind on money working my hundred

Got these boys popping trunks

Screwed up baller in the mix

Trying to turn these crumbs into some bricks

Sideways on switches we gone sip

Drinking on drink and smoking dip

Living my life in slow motion

Riding high sipping potion

Bring wet on fly like the ocean

Got a screwed up play a just coasting

With mind at ease blowing trees

Stacking G's swanging threes

We coming down down

Clown clown in these H town streets

Popped up and shining and blind you

Fifth wheels reclining they minding

It's about that time

Screwed up take over

Boys skills boys skills in rhyming

Six figga n**gas and drug dealers pimping pens for our scrilla

Sipping drink and killer killer

The coast fly fly figgas

Pad blessed and chopped records

Screwed up Houston Texas

We coming down

Good good wood like wood like some veterans

Money making

Screwed up baller blade crawling

Shot calling

Made living missing Christmas stacking ends never falling

Money making we gone ball

We we coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Screwed up click'd never fall

We we coming down

We some six six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Money making we gone ball

We we coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Screwed up click'd never fall

We we coming down

We some six six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Sh*t screwed up click on the rise baby

Big Jett hollering at all my partnas

You know I'm saying

Wave that sh*t for your hood

We gone ball till we fall

Knocking down Fassacci at the mall

Everytime I sip my cup gone stand tall

Got a wide a** phone when I make my call

White folks be tripping on salary cap

That's why your Prime Co. phone phone tapped

Studied the d**e game for the rap

Now cause of my skin I travel the map

From stage to stage to stage to stage

Making a loot with a loose leaf page

I got on my knees and I say my praise

And repent everytime I misbehave

You want to get me for my riches

Better mind your bidness

I minded for you

F**k around and touch your brain I ball

With a mug Z Ro gone shine for you

I call the shot

Cause I cop the clock

Everytime it get hot I drop the top or

Bunny hop up out the cream of the crop

Smash on the gas and never stop for cops

Ball till I fall

That's what I'm gone do

Screen in my phone screaming who you do

I bleed the block with a hand full of rocks now

I got a cassette and as long as you

Talk about the plane about the struggle

Talk about how long it took a n**ga to bubble

Since I call the shots I don't call them off

H**s flock around me like a first time huddle

Don't have to kiss

I don't have to f**k

I just pull out my d**k b**ch you could suck

Or ball till I fall and if I ever fall down

I'ma rescore and bounce right back up

Money making we gone ball baby

We coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Screwed up click'd never fall

We we coming down

We some six six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Money making we gone ball

We we coming down

We some six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise

Screwed up click'd never fall

We we coming down

We some six six figga n**gas

Screwed up click on the rise