Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 38 , by - Nimic Revenue. Release date: 21.11.2019
Song language: English
38 |
| Bash, huh |
| Yeah, Revenue Gang |
| Frankie Bash |
| Big 38, might just chop a nigga down |
| Bitch, I got to work, one or two bricks in the house |
| Nigga, fuck a couple grams, I was really movin' pounds |
| Brand new stick, I don’t wanna set it down |
| What’s your life worth? You do a lot of playin' around |
| How you makin' money? Yeah, you don’t know how to count |
| Broke boy, you be pullin' change out by the couch |
| Smokin' on that quiet, yeah, you talkin' bout, «It's loud» |
| Grandma still a addict, yeah, she still be hearin' sounds |
| Can’t handle no more back-stabbin niggas, just move around |
| All these niggas be cappin', all they missin' is they count |
| City full of demons, huh, can’t be creepin', huh |
| No, don’t ask me, I ain’t see shit |
| Keepin' my mouth quiet, it’s better I stay silent |
| Think I’ma start me a riot, my city know I love gettin' violent, ooh |
| You never been in my shoes, hey, 'member that shit ain’t cool |
| Got stories just like you, look out for them boys in blue |
| I ain’t have no silver spoon, bad hoes kept skippin' school |
| Niggas never ran after my jewels 'cause gang gon' shoot |
| Big 38, might just chop a nigga down |
| Bitch, I got to work, one or two bricks in the house |
| Nigga, fuck a couple grams, I was really movin' pounds |
| Brand new stick, I don’t wanna set it down |
| What’s your life worth? You do a lot of playin' around |
| How you makin' money? Yeah, you don’t know how to count |
| Broke boy, you be pullin' change out by the couch |
| Back in this bag then we speakin' 'bout now |
| Knock your noodles back, you lookin' silly, huh (Silly) |
| Yeah, bitch, I like the hundreds, yeah, them billys (Good ol' hundreds, nigga) |
| Wanna show you the true side, yeah, the real me (Yeah, the true) |
| But I can’t give you my heart, that shit gon' kill me (That shit will, boo) |
| Are you a Me and the devil been textin' (Hey) |
| Damn, I tried my bestest, damn sure learned my lesson |
| Me and my ex been sextin', should have never replied to her message (Ayy) |
| I know what the bitch want, she just want some of my blessings (Ayy) |
| Yeah, my soul dark (Ooh), but my liquor darker (Darker) |
| I gotta hold on and keep tryin' harder |
| 'Til the sun gone and I live ever after |
| Yeah, I gotta keep goin', yeah, I gotta think smarter, yeah |
| Big 38, might just chop a nigga down |
| Bitch, I got to work, one or two bricks in the house |
| Nigga, fuck a couple grams, I was really movin' pounds |
| Brand new stick, I don’t wanna set it down |
| What’s your life worth? You do a lot of playin' around |
| How you makin' money? Yeah, you don’t know how to count |
| Broke boy, you be pullin' change out by the couch |
| Back in this bag then we speakin' 'bout now (Bitch) |