Lirik Lagu Wayne Perry - GoldLink
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Fuego, fuego
I get told to dumb down my raps all the timeWhat you know about MACs on the ride?I beat the corn off the map, no lieShotting crack on crack consignGo to war with the MAC on the rideClip extended, hoping you dieI see a man, that's an eye for an eye (Eye)Shoot him down, boom, bye-byeLet it go, bring him close to the sky (Uh)I ain't afraid of death, no lie (No lie)Would have thought I would never die (What?)Aggy's sick with the stick, he's the guy (What?)EPP extended the guySoon have to free most of the guysReal niggas get back to the life (Trust)Fake niggas be paying the price (Woo)Pretend they road to the kwengers online (Woo)Jail house gets fed up of liesFreedom, freedom is a mustIn the Lord, you know I trustI want the game back, I'm feeling disgustAin't had sex in long, I'm bustWhat you know about days on the bus? (What?)Going court every day like I'm touring (Touring)Listening to what the witness saw (I wanna hear that)Description, never hit that doorI don't tolerate it, lad, they're snitchesI love the thumb 'cause the finger it itchesTouch the skin, got the ting taking picturesReally 'bout this life, I really live itNM, no manners with itBlow bands, man, blow that spinach
Skrrt, skeetRidin' wit a bitch that hurt meBad juju, she curse meSaucy bitch so flirtyRIP to the shooter, cried in the booth, shit hurt meFour dark days in the hood, I lied, we killed that nigga, shit merkyYou don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times where I had to shoot mine, shit was thirstyPullin' out sticks, hit that shit with that boom-boom, leave you with thirtyUh, mob with guys, real hood tiesStar with the David's, cook up the piesRollin' with the mandem, had to throw a tantrumHit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?"Woop-woop-woop, feds on my assRunnin' from my past, pants fall off my assUsed to fuck a bad bitch, little black singer with a whole lot of demons and some bodies from her pastI'm GoldLinkFuck what you thought, now I'm what you thinkUsed to be canceled, now I just shakeRappin' like Wayne, Sorry 4 The WaitFour five shots, dumpin' bodies in the lakeHold up, ooh (Yeah)Keep that toolI don't follow rulesBreak the rulesI don't give a fuck 'bout youBreak my fuckin' back on, uh
Back Pack's my bro, get with itStock sticks get hold up, innit?And what you know about days on the lane?F-I, move mad like WayneOld school Acre Lane campaign (What?)Shootouts, but we ain't broad dayBuck Pane in Tooting BroadwayBringing hella wax with me on the way (Trust)Soon land, bring me back to the gameMonopoly's got me insaneTryna make them deals off the 'caineOverseas, got me living like I'm niceBut only for a week, then I'm backOn the streets where we sling that crackAddiction bring the fiend to the trapTT of raw is madPebble down and bank that packI beat the case, they brang me backEleven year, that's mad, that's madLooked at the judge, smiled like I'm madMy nigga Jibs, he rolling back to backDon't think blacks will pet to back the wap'Cause it's that and free my nigga StacksD-I, my co-defendant back
Ooh
I get told to dumb down my raps all the timeWhat you know about MACs on the ride?I beat the corn off the map, no lieShotting crack on crack consignGo to war with the MAC on the rideClip extended, hoping you dieI see a man, that's an eye for an eye (Eye)Shoot him down, boom, bye-byeLet it go, bring him close to the sky (Uh)I ain't afraid of death, no lie (No lie)Would have thought I would never die (What?)Aggy's sick with the stick, he's the guy (What?)EPP extended the guySoon have to free most of the guysReal niggas get back to the life (Trust)Fake niggas be paying the price (Woo)Pretend they road to the kwengers online (Woo)Jail house gets fed up of liesFreedom, freedom is a mustIn the Lord, you know I trustI want the game back, I'm feeling disgustAin't had sex in long, I'm bustWhat you know about days on the bus? (What?)Going court every day like I'm touring (Touring)Listening to what the witness saw (I wanna hear that)Description, never hit that doorI don't tolerate it, lad, they're snitchesI love the thumb 'cause the finger it itchesTouch the skin, got the ting taking picturesReally 'bout this life, I really live itNM, no manners with itBlow bands, man, blow that spinach
Skrrt, skeetRidin' wit a bitch that hurt meBad juju, she curse meSaucy bitch so flirtyRIP to the shooter, cried in the booth, shit hurt meFour dark days in the hood, I lied, we killed that nigga, shit merkyYou don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times where I had to shoot mine, shit was thirstyPullin' out sticks, hit that shit with that boom-boom, leave you with thirtyUh, mob with guys, real hood tiesStar with the David's, cook up the piesRollin' with the mandem, had to throw a tantrumHit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?"Woop-woop-woop, feds on my assRunnin' from my past, pants fall off my assUsed to fuck a bad bitch, little black singer with a whole lot of demons and some bodies from her pastI'm GoldLinkFuck what you thought, now I'm what you thinkUsed to be canceled, now I just shakeRappin' like Wayne, Sorry 4 The WaitFour five shots, dumpin' bodies in the lakeHold up, ooh (Yeah)Keep that toolI don't follow rulesBreak the rulesI don't give a fuck 'bout youBreak my fuckin' back on, uh
Back Pack's my bro, get with itStock sticks get hold up, innit?And what you know about days on the lane?F-I, move mad like WayneOld school Acre Lane campaign (What?)Shootouts, but we ain't broad dayBuck Pane in Tooting BroadwayBringing hella wax with me on the way (Trust)Soon land, bring me back to the gameMonopoly's got me insaneTryna make them deals off the 'caineOverseas, got me living like I'm niceBut only for a week, then I'm backOn the streets where we sling that crackAddiction bring the fiend to the trapTT of raw is madPebble down and bank that packI beat the case, they brang me backEleven year, that's mad, that's madLooked at the judge, smiled like I'm madMy nigga Jibs, he rolling back to backDon't think blacks will pet to back the wap'Cause it's that and free my nigga StacksD-I, my co-defendant back
Ooh
