Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Galore , by - Eric North. Song from the album RIOT_ANGEL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Galore |
| Run up in your spot, that’s a thirty all on my hip, shit |
| On my school shooter, antagonist, never did shit |
| Got the block hotter than cooking it on a grill |
| Everybody hate a nigga who telling it how he feel, ayy |
| I just bought a new knife, come see how it feel |
| Stainless steel leave your head cracked open without a pill |
| Watch your head peel back, no, the skull don’t crack |
| I stopped fucking with niggas because they all gone lack |
| Catch me dashing on the wheels with a shorty who wanna kill |
| All my bitches in the back and they countin' up all the bills |
| Don’t complain no more, I know your thang ain’t sore |
| They be countin' this money until they brain get torched |
| Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched |
| Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore» |
| I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore |
| Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy |
| That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy |
| That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy |
| That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy |
| That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy |
| Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched |
| Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore» |
| I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore |
| Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore |
| Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched |
| Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore» |
| I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore |
| Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy |
| AR-15 lookin' pretty damn mean |
| That’s thirty round shots to your god damn team |
| Niggas wanna ball hard, they think I’m Kareem |
| Niggas still running mouths, Glock with the beam |
| Hollow points really make a nigga start bussin' |
| Young loose cannon that I call Smith & Wesson |
| Fuck with Diversa and you finna learn a lesson |
| Bodies on bodies, catch a boy on TV |
| Young wild niggas with the triggers off safety |
| Think I’m all talk then, my nigga, come see me |
| Beat a nigga face, eating punches like he greedy |
| Throwing money at the bitches like they are the needy |
| Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched |
| Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore» |
| I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore |
| Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore |
| Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched |
| Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore» |
| I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore |
| Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy |