Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Left , by - Carns Hill. Release date: 23.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never Left |
| Skenged up with some mean ones |
| Been on the other side and your Gs run |
| Oh shit, I said that on Mad Max that was kway back |
| Mans still 'ere tryna crash corn |
| What you think 'cause man rap now? |
| Man still lurk on the backroads |
| Its fryin', rose 2 blickys up last week |
| You’re lucky bro never grip the ting |
| You know his shootin' be on damn fleek |
| 23s on my damn feet |
| And these bad bitches love bad boys |
| I smoke 'nuff weed and put mad work on these damn streets |
| Took a weekend off, Amsterdam smokin' mad weed |
| Man I hate the feds |
| Yeah they took my bruddas off the back streets |
| Big wap inna 4 door, and the convoy movin' discreet |
| Add a K, you can hold corn, you know life ain’t damn sweet |
| never left the bando |
| I’m movin' alone and I’m lettin' the guns go |
| I can’t trust these niggas, these niggas be prayin' for downfalls |
| Leave a nigga in a muddle |
| Every day a nigga juggle |
| Tryna see my money double |
| Don’t wanna see my mummy struggle |
| Every day I’m in the jungle |
| Leave a nigga in a muddle |
| Every day a nigga juggle |
| Tryna see my money double |
| Don’t wanna see my mummy struggle |
| I was juggin' from the start |
| Turn this juggin' to a art |
| Think a nigga turn his phone off |
| I was juggin' in the dark |
| Little nigga wid a game plan |
| Turn my trackie into name-brand |
| Tell dem bitches I’m a changed man |
| But cookin', shootin' wid the same hand |
| Fuck bitches get bread first |
| When I fuck bitches get head first |
| for a while now, never heard me spit a dead verse |
| Never heard me tell a lie once |
| phone me back if they try once |
| Couple workers got wrapped up |
| Had to fall back for 9 months |
| Then it’s straight back to Jugg mode |
| Never talk, that’s the hood code |
| I’m your favourite trapper’s trapper, nuttin' like a rapper trust me man the |
| hood knows |
| Made a killin' off of buj Os |
| In their veins, where the buj goes |
| Bag and Boxes, that’s my legacy |
| If you didn’t, then you should know |
| never left the bando |
| I’m movin' alone and I’m lettin' the guns go |
| I can’t trust these niggas, these niggas be brayin' for downfalls |
| Leave a nigga in a muddle |
| Every day a nigga juggle |
| Tryna see my money double |
| Don’t wanna see my mummy struggle |
| Every day I’m in the jungle |
| Leave a nigga in a muddle |
| Every day a nigga juggle |
| Tryna see my money double |
| Don’t wanna see my mummy struggle |