Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SSP, artist - OG Ron C. Album song Star Radio, Vol. 10, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Kanaka
Song language: English
SSP |
| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' |
| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone |
| Now we on, she was different back when we was home |
| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |
| Ayy, walk on the court smellin' like gelato |
| Bust down Rollie and I’m |
| Ice in my face 'cause I know it’s my time |
| Cut the bitch off, she got outta line |
| New bitch ass soft as a cushion |
| Hoochies call me like, We gotta keep pushin' |
| They tryna get time in the feds |
| Shit fucked up, will chop off my head (hey) |
| Remember school days with Brody and Lex |
| I done had a couple homies that switched, I done see my pop break down a brick |
| I just sent the hoe to break down a trick, ayy |
| Now hand that’s puttin' hand on the ground |
| Mama trippin', thought it wasn’t gon' work |
| My dog turn his back on me, that shit hurt |
| Fuck it, I ain’t trippin', she could be worse |
| Hop in the drop top, while I skrrt |
| I been a real nigga since birth (ayy, yeah) |
| Ayy, Travis stopped fuckin' with me 'cause of hoes |
| Fuck it, it’s a lifestyle that I chose, that’s how it goes |
| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' |
| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone |
| Now we on, she was different back when we was home |
| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |
| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' |
| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone |
| Now we on, she was different back when we was home |
| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |
| That’s how I perform, uh |
| I like to hold the chrome, yeah |
| I feel like Macauley Culkin, uh |
| I like it home alone, uh |
| I’m from the hood where them niggas be trappin' on the block |
| And they trappin' at home, uh |
| First she had next, now break up, yeah |
| Face down, ass up, legs up, yeah |
| Face look pretty with no make up, yeah |
| I look good, I stay up, yeah |
| I count cash, no pay cut, yeah |
| I cook crack, I bake up, yeah |
| I took my service gone, uh |
| I got a mobile phone, uh |
| I’m trappin' home alone, uh |
| Nigga, I got a chrome |
| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' |
| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone |
| Now we on, she was different back when we was home |
| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |
| Woah, get the dough is all I know |
| So, yeah, 'cause they gon' hate regardless |
| No love for these bitches, I’m heartless |
| Secure the bag, that’s a goal, goal |
| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' |
| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone |
| Now we on, she was different back when we was home |
| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |
| Wrist turnt, sip syrup, smoke and purp' |
| Pop a perc', left her, savage gone |
| Now we on, she was different back when we was home |
| Keep it goin', feds tappin' on my mobile phone |