Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Mussel, artist - Raider Klan. Album song Tales From The Underground, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Raider Klan
Song language: English
No Mussel |
Everybody want to, be a Raider |
We the creators, can’t nothing fade us, ain’t nothing made up |
You carrying cater, and can say that we haters as we ride |
Got these niggas feeling all laid up, straight up |
I grab my pistol, and cock it |
My niggas be on that hot shit, killing cause they ain’t got shit |
Why they quick to switch the topic when it come to getting paper? |
My flow straight heat, turn these bitch niggas to vapor |
I see you later |
I got my eye on the prize, should I lie |
You can tell by the size of lie, I get high |
My my my, they got me whipping up pies, I sold dope |
The way I go I got the shit in the skies, there’s no hope |
They got you up against the rope |
Cali dope what I smoke |
2.7.5 ho, we got to get dough, it’s no joke |
I can’t go broke because my niggas need me |
Got them at the 40 freezing, so nigga take it easy |
Hot like the core, burn like a sore |
New Glock named Lion, don’t make her roar |
Hollows, good lord |
No muzzle on (no, no) |
No muzzle on |
Up in this bitch like I’m XXX, coming down with the set |
Fuck is you talking 'bout, watch your mouth cause I’m gripping next |
Stripping your silhouette, for respect I stay in the jects |
Out the land of the darkness, my whole hood Trayvon Martin |
Straight out that water the Loch Ness |
Coming to flood your block in |
How the fuck you gon' stop sin? |
Niggas busting, you dropping |
You locked in the cemetary |
More money and hella Mary, Jane, you can’t contain the pain that’s trapped in |
my vain |
Deranged, you niggas hoes |
'Bout that time I expose, the rat, talking to them peoples and get back |
Know the niggas foes |
So now I’m just cutting up |
These niggas ain’t as tough, as they seem yeah they powderpuff |
Had enough now he out of luck |
Bitch I’m clutching it’s nothing, toting that rocket and rushing |
Any nigga cross me I’m touching, one it’s soul, no discussing |
Leaving him hot to the core, brains on the floor |
Tint from the mack, he get one in the back, and get left on the shore |