|
Remember Lyrics - Artist : Sada Baby
Ayy (Ayy)
Hitman beats Only type of nigga that it is is a big homie Only type of nigga that you is is a bitch homie Hang around illegal immigrants, they bring bricks for me I got some rich homies, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Rich Homie Me and gang got the same morals, never switch on us I can hit the road for two days, make a quick forty Said I know your bitch, I lied, she my dick holder She don't smoke weed but for me she a dick smoker Hotspots pushin' out A1 Ran through the east in the drop with my day ones Every bitch I get breaks they heart 'cause I can't love I just keep gettin' high, I ain't stuck but I can't budge Ain't your nigga in the squad, he don't take drugs Talkin' 'bout Percs, talkin' 'bout weed, talkin' 'bout drank, mud I just want my brothers in the sky come and say somethin' Let me know you lookin' down on me while I'm caked up I can't even feel my face Knowin' damn well ain't got no feelins' for no bitch in my face If I get blessed with a whole case Wokhardt eights I know this guy showin' me his true amazin' grace, hmm Real nigga only type of nigga I'm is, huh Lil' nigga only type of nigga you is, huh Killin' niggas, disrespectin' niggas I'm with, huh Gorilla niggas only type of niggas I'm with, huh Ape nigga that's the type of nigga I'm is, huh Scrape a nigga with the AR or a .10, huh Made a million, spent a million and knew I was somethin', huh I was really fucked up, boy I was up and runnin', huh Niggas gotta understand I really came from nothin' Still the same nigga, same name, can't change for nothin' I'd never drop a Plain Jaine, AP cost a hundred Hmm, Audemar cost a hundred All my dawgs want money, huh We won't fall for nothin', huh We gon' keep it comin', huh We gon' keep it bummin', huh Smoke up out my rasta We don't fuck with Trump or nothin' The Roc, the Wok, it's lockin' up Two hands in the kitchen, one not enough Only type of nigga that it is is a big homie Only type of nigga that you is is a bitch homie Hang around illegal immigrants, they bring bricks for me I got some rich homies, but I ain't talkin' 'bout Rich Homie Me and gang got the same morals, never switch on us I can hit the road for two days, make a quick forty Said I know your bitch, I lied, she my dick holder She don't smoke weed but for me she a dick smoker |
Other Lyrics
|
Copyright © 2009-2024 |