Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Classic , by - Young Chris. Release date: 27.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Classic |
| This what we use to |
| This remind me of that |
| That good nice tell and shit |
| That old German tale mail Mary shit |
| That South Philly shit |
| This what I like to get into |
| Three’s a charm, the network |
| Mama 2 jobs daddy too high uncle Wok fried uncle Joe too fly |
| Brother baby mama introduce me to the lie |
| That boy hit a win ain’t no loose or no retire loosen up the tie |
| Back in my street where it’s deep here |
| Bang out with the police here the boss is only me here |
| They gave my nigga life my nigga pose to be here |
| That bitch ain’t pose to be here so more war we declare |
| Shout out my younging dean shout out my younging wiz |
| No more leg shots next time in the wig |
| Meanwhile we cutting more deals while you bid |
| So come home and make up for the time that ya’ll did |
| Too many niggas tell somebody is with the pig |
| Somebody’s got a rundown on somebody with the sig |
| You know somebody’s gonna take somebody where you live |
| Put in and let forensic find the bodies at the crib |
| You know we keep a hundred ever drumroll |
| Hope you ain’t around when it unfolds |
| Them niggas sit you down if you take the stand |
| Them boys are killer man I bought a kilogram |
| You boys ready to die we can hack a strip |
| Street shit, street shit, uh you boys ready to die |
| Nigga hack a strip street shit, street shit, street shit |
| Your ass be dropping names like a game song |
| And the streets treating it right like it ain’t wrong |
| Fucking clowns tight lames a put my goons on |
| Bloodstains they leave his name in a tombstone |
| Way of life kid Cudi we day and night |
| Got that player price for the Ye I like don’t take it light |
| That’s why your girl cheating scum nigga laying pipe |
| Rest in peace pimp got the world pouring in they Sprite |
| Selling Coca-Cola pockets full of stones |
| Fill it to the top and let it pop until it’s gone |
| Guy was in a dorm up in Calis with a loan |
| I was breaking hoes making profit off the song |
| Mama was a dear papa never home |
| Clientele running got it popping off the phones |
| Whoever in the chair we knock them off the throne hip hop this is where I belong |
| Visions of a hustler pigeons in the dumpster |
| Niggas wanna kill you bitches wanna fuck you |
| Nigga you is a snitch niggas wanna cut you |
| Niggas better duck down smith and west blop town |
| We ain’t give a fuck then we don’t give a fuck now |
| Hop on like the president you bring them trucks round |
| Zombies all over the hood you know that dust round |
| Snitch boy was a pitbull he’s a mutt now |
| Louis on my stitching Stewart on my luggage |
| Signed a new deal caught a connect wit ma new budget |
| Shout out and go through ma old strip and flood it |
| The niggas and the bad bitches fuck with |