Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lindo, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Chipper Jones Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
Lindo |
More money, more problems |
More killings, more robbing’s |
Find us northern, never loitered the corners, we cop dodged it |
Never focused on the image, my niggas just sought profit |
Never chose to play a victim, so niggas just caught bodies |
If he gotta go, he gotta go, product of the path he chose |
Understand I’ve been a businessman who’s made for packing O’s |
Playing in that traffic, smoke? |
Never I know better |
I seen what they was spending, I ain’t wanna be that nigga |
I just wanna be the nigga they paying, never the nigga they playing |
Cause niggas know me well |
Hit me for the sales on sedation, I got it on the scale, willing and waiting |
Just come prepared with the payment, and you will be feeling amazing |
See I’ve been worried 'bout them commas, and never 'bout the karma |
So sell it to the daughter’s, we sell it to the mama’s |
Shit, you know the medicine not exempt from relative’s |
Relative to what you think, I’m really out here selling shit |
Bigger guns and better clips, apologize to the most high |
For my recklessness, brain been gone, need a Range on chrome |
And a twelve gauge sawed off |
Look me in my eyes, and tell me what you see |
A product of these streets, that’s moving product, slanging pea’s |
I got a couple G’s that’s down to do bid for me |
If you ain’t home they put a hole up in your kids skullie’s |
Dirty like rugby when we ride around the town |
Hoping that we catch him slipping, chopper’s lay his ass down |
Paying my mama rent, hoping that I make her proud |
Cause she knowing when she leaving a nigga trapping out her house |
Got birds in the couch, I gotta get this paper |
And if they running their mouth, forty get their ass a taper |
Send him to his maker, Do his mom’s a favor |
And End the life that she never gave him, that semi spray him |
And now I’m laying low, dro’ing with a couple hoes |
Just bought a forty-four so tell me what I gotta tussle fo? |
It’s like I’m Frank Lucas to these Russell Crowe’s |
I got the dope and everybody know |
I got the pills if you down to roll |
I got the dro if you tryna smoke |
Hit my phone, fo' sho' I got the cheapest quotes |