Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Certified Live, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 08.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Certified Live |
| I just poured up like four zips\nOne-double-O like four grips, gangster and you know this\nJust took a Vegas trip, Caesar’s Palace, stabbing your bitch\nFinna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police\nI’m big dope drinking, make sure my eighty-four stinking\nHaters can’t contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln\nBroad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway\nI was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from Broadway\nHard yay, got a nigga thugging out that UGK tape\nNiggas 'bout that shit and we hit our first lick, with a little deuce deuce and\na tre eight\nAnd bitch my pack just hit the mail, I’ma get that scale, I can’t wait\nNigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic claim they Gs but they ain’t\nIt’s Gangsta Gibbs, bitch\nNigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane\nStaying on my G and about my cheddar, mane\nRapper slash feet in the dope game\nCertified live from the land of the gang bang\nNigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane\nStaying on my G and about my cheddar, mane\nRapper slash feet in the dope game\nCertified live from the land of the gang bang\nIt’s Rock\nEighty-seven cut, dog\nOh no, I ain’t got Mercedes\nHaters out there tryna take me\nPop the trunk or pop a crazy\nLike a barber keeping them extra clippers\nDrop 'bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver\nMind your business we living life and just stacking riches\nPicture me rolling on my phone, scrolling through pussy pictures\nPussy nigga, you in the way, so just step aside\nYou can’t swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride\nWe moving with killers in broad day\nIt’s a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day\nAll day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers\nCause them bitch-ass niggas praying on us heavy like some pastors\nAnd them feds tryna have our phone tapped\nLike some dirty-ass water out the faucet, out the trap\nJay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, 'bout to kill it, hide your feelings\nIf you show your hands then we gunning and you finished\nNigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane\nStaying on my G and about my cheddar, mane\nRapper slash feet in the dope game\nCertified live from the land of the gang bang\nNigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane\nStaying on my G and about my cheddar, mane\nRapper slash feet in the dope game\nCertified live from the land of the gang bang |