Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs
Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
And nasty remains and bones
I got alotta phones
I pipe in and one night her
And don't ever (and don't ever)
And once i'm dead and gone
Everyday a star is born
The plight of a rapper or whatever
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Sanyo, and handheld and handgun
Miami nights, ain't another one
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different
He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries
Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >