Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ayeee , by - D AyeRelease date: 15.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ayeee |
| Like everything I’m seein', everything I’m related to |
| Nigga I’m reppin' this shit for the streets, you heard (straight from the |
| projects mama) |
| I know you have to relate to me, all this shit I’m talkin' about |
| I remember days I ain’t have it, I was sleepin' on a pissy mattress |
| I’m tryna multiply my money, flip it around, do it like gymnastics |
| I had to take a gamble in the streets, you know I keep a tool when I be sleep |
| I just be thinkin' 'bout a lot of demons, I see a lot of niggas want to be me |
| Ayy I’ll never cross on my niggas, no, every nigga around me they sellin' dope |
| I came off the block but I’m still here, all the real niggas like gotta feel him |
| You remember when you laughed at me? |
| Lil bitch I was fucked up, now a nigga back at it |
| Post up in the crack alley |
| Bad bitch smell good so she gonna throw it back at me |
| I’m soaking wet, my heart ache, ayy I was sittin' in the rain mama |
| Pill popper, goin' through pain mama |
| Still sippin' on the drank mama |
| Before I let you play me I’ma say somethin' |
| I won’t let no nigga take from me |
| Tell a nigga come direct mama, I’m straight from the projects mama |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| I wake up and get me a bankroll |
| Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| No time for the actin' |
| Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| You know I came straight out the projects |
| What the hood gon' do without me? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| Salute to the streets, know they love me |
| I won’t let them folks down, they can trust me |
| Patiently waiting for my time to come |
| I done told my mama that I made it |
| Kept gettin' in trouble for shit, police callin' my mama |
| Wouldn’t let her come and get her baby |
| I’m goin' brazy, this shit ridiculous |
| How quick they be sellin' their soul to Caucasians |
| I just pray that I make it, these snitches been takin' us out on the daily |
| Sip somethin' and get faded |
| They kicked in the trap, I’m glad I wasn’t there when they raided |
| I don’t give two fucks, daddy ain’t there then I’m killin' you baby |
| They got bullets, we got bullets too baby |
| Ain’t a nigga on earth bulletproof baby |
| This a forty, not a deuce deuce baby |
| Ride with a deuce, I’ma look at you crazy |
| Snitch might as well be a rapist |
| Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist |
| Every night I dream 'bout makin' it |
| Now that I made it still dream about makin' it |
| Snitch might as well be a rapist |
| Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist |
| Every night I dream 'bout makin' it |
| Now that I made it still dream about makin' it, Peezy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| I wake up and get me a bankroll |
| Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| No time for the actin' |
| Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| You know I came straight out the projects |
| What the hood gon' do without me? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| Salute to the streets, know they love me |
| I won’t let them folks down, they can trust me |
| Stayed in the trap with a MAC and a stick |
| I’m that lil nigga from back in the bricks |
| I’m that lil nigga got it out the mud |
| They know I got the wave, nigga buzzin' |
| I got a stick with it, came with the dick in it |
| Ain’t finna play with it, I gotta stay with it |
| I fuck your bitch on the floor, I’ma lay in it, yeah, hey |
| Load up the cartridge, we gotta jump it |
| I’m from the bottom, I came out the dungeon |
| I keep that fire on my waist like a girdle |
| I get to poppin', I make 'em do hurdles |
| My pockets stick out like the head on a turtle |
| Nigga come play with my gang, he get murdered |
| I send a nigga to do you a service |
| I do the dash in a four door Suburban |
| I got this money off rappin' and servin' |
| I got this money off juggin' and stickin' |
| I got them fleas on my finger, it’s itchin' |
| Taliban, chopper with the extension |
| Took the doolie, went and sat it on inches |
| Yeah nigga, young nigga shit, nigga yeah nigga |
| Gang shit, Peezy, D-Aye, nigga you know what the fuck goin' on |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| I wake up and get me a bankroll |
| Sippin' 'Tussin, is we gon' pour up a four? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| No time for the actin' |
| Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| You know I came straight out the projects |
| What the hood gon' do without me? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-hey |
| Salute to the streets, know they love me |
| I won’t let them folks down, they can trust me |