Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trenches, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
Trenches |
| 108th street |
| 119th street |
| 117th street nigga |
| We grindin' |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it |
| I’ve been trying to get it, bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' (shooter) |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it (praying) |
| I’ve been trying to get it bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' (headshot) |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |
| Hate Me Now dropped, now I loud shop, you already know I’m with the dumb shit |
| My bitch bad and my blunt lit, got everything I need I don’t want shit |
| I’m on 108th, I’m on 110th, your bitch pulled down my zipper and tongue-kissed |
| I got hitters on call, they don’t want shit |
| I got millions on the to hear son spit |
| Niggas go broke over one chick |
| Sold all the dimes, I got one nick |
| You can get rich off of one flip |
| Hollowheads in the Ruger make you front flip |
| I don’t crew-hop, I got one clique |
| I won’t give a dollar up to one bitch |
| Seat back, blunt lit, knocking Pun shit |
| I’m in great shape baby, I can run shit |
| Let’s go |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it |
| I’ve been trying to get it, bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' (shooter) |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it (praying) |
| I’ve been trying to get it bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' (headshot) |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |
| I ride for the gang, tho |
| Free my nigga, Drain-O |
| Gotta watch what you say, tho |
| Niggas die everyday, bro |
| I remember nights, no cable (I remember) |
| Catch a body, gotta lay low (low) |
| Turn a snapback to a halo |
| Then I slide with a bitch, look like J-Lo |
| Money come in and it move when I say so |
| Street nigga, rest in peace Bankroll |
| Blue hundreds to the Yens to the Peso |
| I just hope I make it there before the bank close |
| Ain’t my birthday but I’m getting cake tho (cake) |
| In the worst way, they be trynna hate bro |
| All I know is chase cheese, get the queso |
| Now we sipping Dom P by the case load |
| Let’s go |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it |
| I’ve been trying to get it, bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' (shooter) |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it (praying) |
| I’ve been trying to get it bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' (headshot) |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |
| I was in the trenches praying to God I could make it |
| I’ve been trying to get it, bitch, I’m running out of patience |
| Shooter on the roof, I don’t pass, bitch, I’m facin' |
| Watch the cops, gamblin' on the block, like it’s Vegas |