Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Telly Savales, artist - Natas. Album song WicketWorldWide.COM, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Telly Savales |
Don’t nobody love me cause of 7 M-i-l-e |
Got one million enemies, a uzi in my Pelle |
Every nigga in the industry know they can’t say shit |
Yo game is brand new, my shit is fuckin ancient |
Paint cha picture when I hitcha getcha fitcha for the slitcha |
My eyes bloodshot red, gone off liquor |
Get me high than a muthafucka waitin on doomsday |
I’m shuttin shit down like a Y2K |
Keep a AK close, just in case I gotta toast |
And have me a radio disc jock roast |
Most muthafuckas know, automatic with the static |
Bumpin Triple 6, my voodoo and black magic |
It’s a tragic accident, my telekinesis is sent |
To know the difference between the angel and a serpent |
Wanna be a murder merchant, police keep illegal searchin |
Caught with possession on ya person 'll have ya head hurtin |
Screamin |
Don’t nobody love me, but me, love me |
Who loves ya baby? |
Ain’t no l-o-v-e life tryna scold me |
Pieces of my mind chopped like dime rocks from a whole key |
I keep the world drunk ain’t no love for thee |
Get yo ass out my face 'fore the shit get ugly |
(Don't nobody love me) |
Fuck me, Is God tryna kill me? |
Must be |
Five fingers can’t feel me, two hands can’t touch me |
We outcha mind ahead of space and time, trust me |
Who loves ya baby? |
Who drives ya crazy? |
Wanna spray me, even in stereo you couldn’t play me |
Stormin, swarmin, wicket style spawnin |
I’mma rock it till I die punk, in the mornin' |
Acid, classic, melt ya down like plastic |
I’mma son-of-a-bitch, my father was a bastard |
I mastered the fast lane and then I went faster |
And plus I’ll assassinate ya with my gun blaster |
If you weigh me on a scale you’ll get a thousand grams |
What’s the price of betrayal, push a V-12 thru hell, oh well |