Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Stay Strapped , by - J. Stalin. Release date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Stay Strapped |
| Nigga this is Oakland |
| Where niggas raisin that murda rate |
| Bounce out with that choppa |
| Eat cha face up like a cheese cake |
| He fake and he fake |
| So I don’t fuck wit fake niggas |
| Bitch I got my money right |
| So holla if you got that weight nigga |
| I been pushin cocaine, white0, toothpaste |
| I just caught me a dope case |
| But still my money like so straight |
| Nigga yo money on fagget status |
| Nigga yo money like so gay |
| I just put 2 mil away |
| Dig it up on a rainy day |
| I be strapped in atlanta |
| Nigga I be strapped in LA |
| (boy) I don’t give a fuck where I go |
| Nigga I be strapped erryday |
| Bitch nigga, I stay strapped |
| Now run and tell them hoes that |
| 45 on my side hoe |
| Bustn all of my rivals |
| Bitch niggas wanna tango |
| I’m unchained like Django |
| Split yo head like a mango |
| Ol fagget ass nigga; |
| rainbow |
| Same bang, but I switched tha flow |
| Beam on it, plus tha scope |
| Hustle hard and you’ll never go broke |
| Nigga stay strapped; |
| you can still sell dope |
| I’m tryna take that Mac off ya hands and that’s fasho, though |
| Boy, I know it’s dirty lemme get it for tha low, though |
| Bad bitch in my 4door |
| Gang signs in my photos |
| Norcos and that purple dro |
| I’m hella high, but I’m clutchin, though |
| Got that ladder on me, nigga |
| Turn you into balogna, nigga |
| Fuck you and yo homies, nigga |
| Run and tell yo homies, nigga |
| Got that ladder on me, nigga |
| Turn you into balogna, nigga |
| Bitch nigga, I stay strapped |
| Now run and tell them hoes that |
| Real nigga; |
| I get gooda |
| Real nigga; |
| I keep shootas |
| Real nigga; |
| I don’t play them games |
| Real nigga; |
| you don’t know my name |
| Real nigga; |
| I move that caine |
| Real nigga; |
| I spit that flame |
| Real nigga; |
| point blank; |
| no aim |
| Real niggas gonna feel my pain |
| Real nigga; |
| blow out yo brains |
| Real niggas; |
| yea, we all the same |
| Bitch niggas, we don’t fuck wit lames |
| Bitch nigga, Ima do my thang |
| Bounce out and yank it plain-broad daylight |
| Show em what that Bay like |
| I’m on 2 pills; |
| I’m up all night |
| I got a big thang and it’s on sight |
| I see a hater I take flight |
| Bitch niggas go night-night |
| Bitch niggas go night-night |
| Bitch nigga, I stay strapped |
| Now run and tell them hoes that |