Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Limpin, artist - Lil Dude.
Date of issue: 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 |