Master P

Master P - Bout That Drama songtekst

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Silkk Wassup fool?
 Silkk We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's.
 Silkk Time to take two in your fuckin' back
 Master P Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch
 Master P Bout that drama
 Master P No Limit
 [Silkk]
 Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch
 Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit
 I run with TRU
 I gives a fuck about who you run with
 Bitch  we run this shit
 Nigga it be No Limit for life
 Across my stomach
 Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money
 Got it for fifteen g's or more
 I ain't stretchen out upon the floor
 I want that cash in that bag
 Then Im'a dash
 I want that cash, and that dope
 It ain't no luv in this bitch
 I got a slug for a trick
 It's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich
 Gotta break 'em off the plastic
 Have them face down closed casket
 You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic
 Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees
 I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch
 me
 Nigga wassup? (Murder)
 Fool
 Gettin' high up off that indo
 Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low
 Cock with a glock
 Pop once to them low
 Nigga fade me
 Think I'm crazy?
 Nigga, I do this shit daily
 I'm bout that drama
 [Master P chorus]
 I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama
 No Limit niggas ready to kill
 We bout that drama
 We bout that drama bitch
 No Limit niggas are bout that drama
 That drama
 drama
 We bout that drama
 Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
 [Silkk]
 Bitch I been about that drama
 Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop
 My bullets ain't got no name
 and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart
 Freeze
 You niggas better duck
 I'm quick as fuck
 Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass
 I gives a fuck bitch
 Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this
 nigga don't need to run though
 Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch
 With this gat 1-1-0
 Nigga watch straight street sweeper
 Watchin' the block
 and the glock cock
 Nigga, boz with that shot your dome
 It be known I'm from the southside
 Bitch you thought wrong,
 I stick and move with this pistol grip
 I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone
 Call 9-1-1
 But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7
 Stretched out on the stretcher
 Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth
 Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool
 How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence
 I represent
 I bet you I get dead presidents
 Before I die I'm bust more fly
 For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion.
 *Master P chorus and talking
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Publisher: No Limit Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Ice Cream Man (1996)

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