Testo Rah-Rah - Saviii 3rd
Testo della canzone Rah-Rah (Saviii 3rd), tratta dall'album Rah-Rah
I am not finna play with these niggas, hold on Ayy
Put the gag on my neck, bitch, l'm iced out
You ain't never seen a hundred K, my nigga, piped down
Fuck a nigga mean? I got it on me right now Nice out, it was night, I brought the lights out Wipe out, face shot with that Skype out
I am not 'bout that life, I'm what that life 'bout I'm really trippin', I ain't kiddin', mm
Fiendin' for a opp, you see me itchin'
Fuck a nigga mean?
Like what the fuck a nigga ever mean? I'm from Crip street
It's a whole lot of fuck niggas tryna chip me
I gotta blick him down (Boom, boom) if he iffy You a dummy, how the fuck you go against me?
I got big heat, l'm not with all that rah-rah (That rah-rah)
Where your kids be? I'm poppin' up like ta-da (Like ta-da)
In the back, who know what happened? Only God do (Only God do)
If you a opp, you a opp, I can't stall you
Dog pound, count it up, bitch them all blues Bust down, I ain't never wear no fraud jewels Walk through, extra'd out, got a moss pool Pause, fool, where you from? What they call you?
I can't never let no nigga disrespect me
I can't never tell whenever they harass me
And I ain't arguin' with no nigga 'bout my street All that gunnin', knuckle bustin'
Motherfucker, what the fuck a nigga mean?
Fuck a nigga ever mean? I'm from Crip street It's a whole lot of fuck niggas tryna chip me I gotta blick him down (Boom, boom) if he iffy You a dummy, how the fuck you go against me?
Got big heat, I'm not with all that rah-rah (That rah-rah)
Where your kids be? I'm poppin' up like ta-da (Like ta-da)
In the back, who know what happened? Only God do (Only God do)
If you a opp, you a opp, I can't stall you
Shit, matter fact, I don't give a fuck what they call you
Tell that bitch, "Fuck them bitches, let me fall through"
And I can't name a nigga I need, I won't call you
Shit, I need to be in the league, how I ball foo, fool
Hold up, he say he cold, but I'm colder
Niggas say what they want, but they can't see me from the shoulders
I got this nigga main bitch in public
No more plain Jane, everything flood, bitch And exactly what it is what it was, bitch
I'm from Crip street, I got a Blood, bitch
That's on my mama, she gon' pop it 'cause I'm poppin'
That's on my mama, I ain't stallin' out no oppa
Fuck a nigga mean?
Like what the fuck a nigga ever mean? I'm from Crip street
It's a whole lot of fuck niggas tryna chip me I gotta blick him down (Boom, boom) if he iffy You a dummy, how the fuck you go against me?
I got big heat, l'm not with all that rah-rah (That rah-rah)
Where your kids be? I'm poppin' up like ta-da (Like ta-da)
In the back, who know what happened? Only God do (Only God do)
If you a opp, you a opp, I can't stall you
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Writer(s): Tyrus Washington
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