Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung - One Of The Last songtekst

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(Brotha Lynch Hung)
 I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far
 you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
 so I don't have to say that I'ma super star
 but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
 well I got medevil but I had to leave'em weak niggas alone
 situation dirty skweaky clean brotha lynch hung
 That's right I gots to have my weed lord knows I'ma feind
 bitch nigga don't respect me 45 for the peicsh nigga please
 I been spendin "G's" hold up nigga freeze
 come up off that weed cause you den fucked around and went up on me
 I want the whole zip lock full of shamrock
 and if you ditch it in yo pocket I'ma heat the heat and leave you in a
 meat lock
 now thats my knock heats to the side wit the mask on
 I'ma give you 15 percent so if you need to get yo blast on
 and that's a fat zone thats's a good start
 you can sac off in the sevice take it to the heart
 I'ma lil nigga thinkin big
 cut off yo nuts and leave you screamin like a starved pig
 hold you hostage in yo crib
 plan the whole stuation out so I got first dibs
 now bigga than life is how I comin out
 rigorous and vigorous you niggas know what I'm talkin bout
 I want cheese and lettuce in my wallet so fetish
 and I'ma gonna break through like Jerome Bettis pro status
 all this time I got ryhme on my mind every dime
 I spend it on some weed and some studio time
 drink O-E out the mickeys big mouth
 my point is I be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out my house

 (Brotha Lynch Hung talking)
 You know I push I push play on brain one day
 and it played back some shit some shit containing (some shit
 containing)
 snakes (snakes)
 I mean talk to me (serpants)

 2nd verse
 (Brotha Lynch Hung)
 I'm one of the last sicc niggas that you herd thus far
 you can bump me at your crib but while you off that nitro in your car
 so I don't have to say that I'ma super star
 but if you get high than you can feel me no matter who you are
 nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em
 have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin)
 they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch be talkin bout
 sicc shit I herd he ate his mama out
 now how this motherfucker gone write some shit bout the Brotha Lynch
 Hung
 cause he killin in his song
 he say that nigga shit tight but he ain't shit
 he say god is my witness I herd he fuck them bitches
 which is suppose to be wrong criticizin my love song
 you get the rope fuckin wit the Brotha Lynch Hung
 wrong information make atemadation
 catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high)
 tow you up like a pitch been
 feelin dick hard when you betta get yo bitched in it gets thin
 and I'm off this Black &Mild shit
 Tall Cannon told me its smooth and now I'm buyin boxes of it
 tryin to relax and deal wit these taxes
 cause they be at my checks wit them axes twenty sac's
 in the back seat I'm licenseless
 hope motherfuckin baby mama ain't no shisty bitch
 she wanna publish ah-ight thats cool
 she want some other shit get that hydro tube
 niggas always think I talk about'em because I talk shit
 My worst nightmare was killin my bitch for tryin to get my grits
 I'm like Marc Spits I swim a channel for my shit
 and watch your heart split I'm doing damage to yo bitch (doing damage
 to yo Bee-yotch)
 and whlie your heart switch
 you betta remember where you came from bitch

 (another voice)
 Know what I'm saying can't even get caught up-nitro hit
 staring at the holic til they got'em on sicc
 is ya'll niggas really even listening
 for real doe is ya'll niggas even really listening
 whatever the fuck whatever the fuck
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Taal: Engels

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