Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Niggaz , by - CdaiRelease date: 15.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Niggaz |
| Step up in the club, niggas watching, bitches watching |
| Glock on me, let em try it, .45 get to popping |
| His bitch, she see me, she on me, she jocking |
| Hit that bitch, put her out, can’t wife her, not happening |
| My niggas, they in it, they turnt, off mollies |
| Got weed, got pounds, take em down, I’m sorry |
| Then I’m gone, in the wind, got stains, you ends |
| These niggas, say they shooting, they lie, they pretend |
| Ain’t with all that acting, kill his ass for that bag quick |
| Is that your bitch? |
| I’m just askin' cause foe’nem, they smashed her |
| You cuffed up and you wifed her |
| I gave the bitch a one nighter |
| I’m out here all night boy in them cuts posed with pipes boy |
| And if that nigga come through that cut I’ma flame him up, I’ma light him |
| Diamonds all in my Breitling, she see this shit she excited |
| Diamonds all in my Breitling, she see this shit she excited |
| Diamonds all in my Breitling, she see this shit she excited |
| Step up in the club, niggas watching, bitches watching |
| Glock on me, let em try it, .45 get to popping |
| His bitch, she see me, she on me, she jocking |
| Hit that bitch, put her out, can’t wife her, not happening |
| My niggas, they in it, they turnt, off mollies |
| Got weed, got pounds, take em down, I’m sorry |
| Then I’m gone, in the wind, got stains, you ends |
| These niggas, say they shooting, they lie, they pretend |
| Tay600 gone up them fucking rugers brodie |
| He my shooter he’ll smoke you if you Tooka homie |
| If you Tooka homie, he’ll do you homie |
| Lay low, lay low cause we shooting homie |
| Lot of killing homicides, a lot of man downs |
| On the opps on they block they can’t stand 'round |
| Coming through them fucking cuts, with the things out |
| First nigga that we see we blow his brain out |
| Step up in the club, niggas watching, bitches watching |
| Glock on me, let em try it, .45 get to popping |
| His bitch, she see me, she on me, she jocking |
| Hit that bitch, put her out, can’t wife her, not happening |
| My niggas, they in it, they turnt, off mollies |
| Got weed, got pounds, take em down, I’m sorry |
| Then I’m gone, in the wind, got stains, you ends |
| These niggas, say they shooting, they lie, they pretend |