Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Limpin , by - Lil Dude. Release date: 23.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Limpin |
| Yuh |
| And I told these niggas once |
| Trapnanana! |
| Woah, yuh |
| Lil ass girls, why these niggas run they mouth |
| Yuh, yuh |
| Trapnanana! |
| Luciano! |
| Man, I told these niggas once, I ain’t gon' tell they ass again |
| How the fuck these niggas know that I grabbed that pack from him? |
| 'Cause these niggas run they mouth like some little ass girls |
| Niggas know I’m getting money, and they know this shit our world |
| Diamonds on you, they not hitting |
| My shooter, he’s shooting precision |
| She hearing me, gave it a listen |
| I’m ducking one time in the trenches |
| He hit and I’m tryna uplift him |
| In the field, I play every position |
| He don’t want no beef he be tipping |
| I’m walking with two 30s, that’s why I’m limping |
| That’s why I’m tripping, I grabbed me the packs and I flipped them |
| I caught your big homie then dipped him |
| We got guns and we got ammunition |
| Taliban, I got the vision |
| I fucked around, made my decision |
| Niggas gotta come up missing |
| I called up my young’n, he’s hitting |
| Foreign car parked in the parkway like 'fuck it' |
| I wanna fuck like Doug & McLovin |
| I’m on the hi-tech, you know I love it |
| I’m on the block I don’t hang with no busters |
| Lame ass niggas say this shit be bussin' |
| Finesse these niggas like they’re from out the country |
| Mob ties, nigga, I ain’t going like Sonny |
| Run this shit up, need the money |
| Man, I told these niggas once, I ain’t gon' tell they ass again |
| How the fuck these niggas know that I grabbed that pack from him? |
| 'Cause these niggas run they mouth like some little ass girls |
| Niggas know I’m getting money, and they know this shit our world |
| Diamonds on you, they not hitting |
| My shooter, he’s shooting precision |
| She hearing me, gave it a listen |
| I’m ducking one time in the trenches |
| He hit and I’m tryna uplift him |
| In the field I play every position |
| He don’t want no beef he be tipping |
| I’m walking with two 30s, that’s why I’m limping |
| I came in the game by myself, niggas, they needed some help |
| Summer school, I had the Glock on me when I had to go to Phelps |
| These niggas playing with death |
| Fucking with me? |
| boy that’s bad for your health |
| Playing with the water like Michael Phelps |
| Better play your cards right 'cause that shit already dealt |
| Bro in the trap and he whipping up Old Bay |
| I’m a shooter, I can show you how to bake a cake |
| Hood on my head like the KKK |
| Told granny she can get the dope, it’s on layaway |
| First of the month, that pay day |
| Free Joe Bean and Sae Sae |
| Free D-Money like yesterday |
| I jugged him for one time yesterday |
| Man, I told these niggas once, I ain’t gon' tell they ass again |
| How the fuck these niggas know that I grabbed that pack from him? |
| 'Cause these niggas run they mouth like some little ass girls |
| Niggas know I’m getting money, and they know this shit our world |
| Diamonds on you, they not hitting |
| My shooter, he’s shooting precision |
| She hearing me, gave it a listen |
| I’m ducking one time in the trenches |
| He hit and I’m tryna uplift him |
| In the field I play every position |
| He don’t want no beef he be tipping |
| I’m walking with two 30s, that’s why I’m limping |