Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Side, artist - 67. Album song Glorious Twelfth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
This Side |
| Ray Charles can see you ain’t got no thug in you |
| This rap boy can still show you what a gun will do |
| Tell the label, «250 and I’m comin' through» |
| And I still jeet down a opp girl, that’s nothin' new |
| You was talkin' drills, I was really drillin' (Drillin') |
| Broke like a glass, you don’t know the feelin' (Broke) |
| No walls, all glass, that’s how we’re livin' |
| New opp turned pack, tell my little brother, «Bill him» |
| Two G’s the attire, do road like a tyre |
| Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer |
| Gang, you know, on the road, the block’s set up like the wire |
| I’m the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar |
| Over on this side |
| They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah |
| Move funny over this side |
| Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah |
| Ain’t doin' what we do |
| Niggas ain’t doin' what we do |
| This goon’s lost screws |
| Ten toes when the cops come through |
| I’m still pullin' up that way (That way) |
| G’s all around me, blunts in the ashtray |
| Chillin' out in Ghana, chiefs call me ak way (Ak way) |
| Property talk, I ain’t worried 'bout no tax pay |
| Comin' from the jungle with my monkeys, lettin' waps spray |
| Comin' from the jungle where you gotta cut snakes |
| Pigs on our arse, want our heads on a plate |
| Fly birds in the states, packs comin' duct tape |
| Conspiracy talk, wipe half the estate |
| Two G’s the attire, do road like a tyre |
| Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer |
| Gang, you know, on the road, the block’s set up like the wire |
| I’m the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar |
| Over on this side |
| They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah |
| Move funny over this side |
| Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah |
| Ain’t doin' what we do |
| Niggas ain’t doin' what we do |
| This goon’s lost screws |
| Ten toes when the cops come through |
| Got him mad at his girlfriend, I ain’t even piped it (Uh-uh) |
| She just like my last verse, I ain’t even write it |
| You know it come straight from the weed when I light it |
| Hooker on the block, how you find the time to wife it? |
| The fuck? |
| On gang 'cause we was ridin' a lot (Gang) |
| Tough talk will get you shot like a box (Baow) |
| I got feds still lockin' off my shows (Why they do it?) |
| 'Cause on the opps we was slidin' a lot |
| Two G’s the attire, do road like a tyre |
| Hit the headie already, gun lean with the fryer |
| Gang, you know, on the road, the block’s set up like the wire |
| I’m the truth with the mask, Jim Carrey, you a liar |
| Over on this side |
| They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah |
| Move funny over this side |
| Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah |
| Ain’t doin' what we do |
| Niggas ain’t doin' what we do |
| This goon’s lost screws |
| Ten toes when the cops come through |
| Over on this side |
| They ain’t got it like we got it on this side, yeah |
| Move funny over this side |
| Crash corn, we can never let shit slide, yeah |
| Ain’t doin' what we do |
| Niggas ain’t doin' what we do |
| This goon’s lost screws |
| Ten toes when the cops come through |
| (Beatfreakz) |