Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Means, artist - Da$h. Album song Loose Skrew, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Means |
| Living life like a pirate, took it, nah I ain’t buy it |
| Back then they ain’t mind us, been going hard since a minor |
| On point like a stylus, you ain’t a thug, you a stylist |
| Act wild, trey pound, put your brain on a diet |
| Half my niggas demented, I’m going hard as cement is |
| Count my first mil' at 20 so that I never forget it |
| Thinking back how we started, came alive in that darkness |
| Duffing random niggas out, see who hitting the hardest |
| Bagging O’s in apartments, and selling shows like a partridge |
| Breaking bread with my niggas, we multiplying them figures |
| Only time that I fucked her is if her face on a pin up |
| Busting six packs at a time, I got the trap doing sit-ups |
| You know my face cause it’s flawless, lawless, I look like a bandit |
| A cowboy with the pistol, snub sound like a canon |
| I’ve been getting so high, think I’ma crash at the landing |
| Won’t deal with them answers, so with the devil I’m dancing |
| Have you ever bought everything you want |
| Heard some niggas screaming sentences, what you had thought |
| Guess what I did, cop the foreign |
| Hop in, hop out, brand new Glock out, bitch it’s real lit |
| I saw your bitch, I thought I only wanted mouth and I still hit |
| No tussling, we busting shit, they shuffling, who you dealing with |
| It’s Mr. Top-Tier, still the nigga who the opps fear |
| Lying in your raps like you got squares, I woulda robbed you |
| Twisted mind, I’m sipping Henney out the big bottle |
| Full throttle when it’s fast lane living |
| You rap niggas could always get it if you asking opinions |
| Never hesitating when it’s come to spending them digits |
| It’s still drop top shawty, new Glock 40, and this bitch let it off |
| I fucked the party up and shit cause I’m a big baller, shot caller |
| 40 inch rims, on the Impala, rolling, getting lit tonight |
| You niggas act up, getting sprayed tonight |
| I’m on the highway, getting money the fly way |
| And it gotta be a bag, to-day |
| (Bag today, bag today) |
| Guess what I did, cop the foreign |
| Hop in, hop out, brand new Glock out, bitch it’s real lit |
| I saw your bitch, I thought I only wanted mouth and I still hit |
| No tussling, we busting shit, you shuffling, who you deal with |