MISIA & Rockon Social Club – 傷だらけの王者 ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra MISIA MISIA & Rockon Social Club – 傷だらけの王者 ( Lyrics Letra )
何度も 立ち上がり 拳 握りしめ
胸の奥に眠った獅子を 呼び覚ませ
心が 焦げるほど 情熱を燃やして
恐れるな 牙をむき 挑み続けるのさ
虚空を睨みつけて
迷いの霧を抜けていけ
さあ 行こうぜ 最高のSTAGE
傷だらけの王者のSHADOW
巻き起こせ 風に乗れ RIDE ON
Tunde – Not Guilty [ Letra ] Letra Tunde Tunde – Not Guilty [ Letra ]
Intro
(Legendary made this one)
Verse 1
Fresh home, buss case
Gangs home, step back
Get dough, push weight
Red notes, I get that
Sent him flying like Jet lag
Bruce Lee kickback spinning like Jet Li
Glee-glee bands ripping off like a Jet ski
Catch me with some Africans and Asians like the red sea
You got a g, I got a g but yours is grilled free
You got a g, I got a g but mines factory
Just like the kettles and ice, everything’s factory
Kettle water and ice, hit it with the maj g
Now the seats full leathers and the spliffs ?
And I get it with tax and I get it tax free
Eighty five bags for bail and a new taxi
They tried to kill us in that courtroom like New Jack City
Still trapping on bail so the new stacks pretty
Weren’t around in hard times so you can’t chat to me
Chorus x2
Six litre whips, seven figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly’s bang
Ten litre crops, Mac-11 pops
Twelve in the jury, five in the dock
Verse 2
Won’t have time with these chicks cause’ there’s too many thots
One line to each whip cause’ there’s too many dots
One time for my bro’s, kept it stitched in the dock
I got him whipped on the wing and took a piece out the pot
And whipped a fully of the grease in the dots til’ it locked
We let the ? burst two at a time til’ it stop
LED’s in the grow, that’s the cream of the crop
Then bury stacks in the dirt til’ it sleeps and it rots
Gotta check the AdBlue tire pressure coolant
And the oil level break lights, petty tank
That’s a trap boy MOT before we hit the MOT
I fuck with Crips, I fuck with Bloods, Soo-Woo, L-O-C
Putting money over bullshit, that’s MOB
I throw twenty ones and C’s cause’ that’s where I be
Chorlton C-Block, right near the cemetery
Twin, Jacob and Migz, forever in my memory
Nell Lane estate Pitbull, different pedigree
Smoked the chopper on foot, garden trotting ?
We smoke Broccoli to the brain while’ we run up celery
Trap lines going sick cause’ we got better B
Got Scorp’s a Mac’s, cartel weaponry
Smoke Broccoli to the brain while’ we run up celery
Trap lines going sick cause’ we got better B
Got Scorp’s a Mac’s, cartel weaponry
Chorus x2
Six litre whips, seven figure pots
Eight with the gang, nine milly’s bang
Ten litre crops, Mac-11 pops
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Baby Money – Highly Up ( Lyrics Letra ) Shot by @2MDigital_ Letra Baby Money Baby Money – Highly Up ( Lyrics Letra )
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Javlon Adxamov – Ketdilar ( Lyrics ) Letra Nevo Letra Javlon Adxamov – Ketdilar ( Lyrics Letra )
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I just peeled off on the 12
I can’t go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won’t get no bail (No bail)
I can’t go to jail (Nah)
Out at night, I can’t take no L (Go)
I can’t go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can’t see no cell (Don’t stop)
I can’t go to jail (Don’t do that)
Runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Smoking ‘za, poppin’ Percs, tryna get my head right (I’m focused)
I’m turnt up on the 12
Turnt up, turnt up on the 12 (Turnt up on 12, woo)
She’ll pop the whole 30 (Woo) and it turnt up on a player
So much money on your head, make his nigga turn on him (Make his nigga turn on him)
And I got on so much ice, I make your bitch turn on you (I make your bitch turn on you)
Heard your name in black and white, you a snitch-slash-gangster (You a snitch-slash-gangster)
Smoking loud in this bitch, it feel like a gas chamber (Skrrt)
I just peeled off on the 12
I can’t go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won’t get no bail (No bail)
I can’t go to jail (Nah)
Out at night, I can’t take no L (Go)
I can’t go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can’t see no cell (Don’t stop)
I can’t go to jail (Don’t do that)
Might do this for C Murda (No limits)
I do this for BG (Do this for BG, free homes)
All gas, no breaks, bitch, I do this for Doe B (R.I.P)
Free that nigga Squeaky (Free lil’ Squeaky)
Free that nigga Rover (Rover)
I keep Tay G with me ‘cause that young nigga on go (TG)
Ayy, back up, bitch, back up
I can smash her, might cash her (Might cash)
Bitch, what you mad for? (Bitch, what you mad for?)
This what you asked for (This what you asked for)
Hellcat, I do the motor (Skrrt)
Ain’t no pullin’ over
I might crash ‘cause this dirty soda
I ain’t never sober (Uh-uh)
I just peeled off on the 12
I can’t go to jail (Jail)
I get caught, I won’t get no bail (No bail)
I can’t go to jail (Nah)
Out at night, I can’t take no L (Go)
I can’t go to jail (Skrrt, skrrt)
Do the dash, I can’t see no cell (Don’t stop)
I can’t go to jail (Don’t do that)
Runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Runnin’-runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck-fuck-fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Runnin’ red lights (I’m gone)
Fuck the fed lights (The lights)
Smoking ‘za, poppin’ Percs, tryna get my head right (I can’t go to jail) Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Chase Matthew – Hey Montana ( Lyrics ) Letra Chase Matthew Chase Matthew – Hey Montana ( Lyrics Letra )
Hey, Montana
How’s it been since you’ve got out of Tennessee?
How’s the weather up there? How’s your family?
Hey, Montana
I’m just down here tryna shake those memories
The time we came so close to making history
You and me
Hey, Montana
I just called to say I miss you and I hope you’re doing fine
I know I’m probably not on yours, but you’re steady on my mind
I hope you wrote that book and that thing took off from there to Alabama
And I hope God gives you all you ever wanted while you’re up there in Montana
Hey, Montana
I keep seeing all your pictures on my phone
But you look happy to be back where you came from
Oh please, Montana
In a few months or a few years on down the road
Hope you remember me, but even if you don’t
I’m still gonna want
To call and say I miss you and I hope you’re doing fine
I know I’m probably not on yours, but you’re steady on my mind
I hope you wrote that book and that thing took off from there to Alabama
And I hope God gives you all you ever wanted while you’re up there in Montana
Yeah, I just called to say I miss you and I hope you’re doing fine
I know I’m probably not on yours, but you’re steady on my mind
I hope you wrote that book and that thing took off from there to Alabama
And I hope God gives you all you ever wanted
Yeah, I hope that you get all you ever wanted
While you’re up there in Montana
Hey, Montana
If it turns out you ain’t where you wanna be
Just know you’re always welcome back to Tennessee
Here with me
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