Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song AGORA , by - YUNG DORI. Release date: 01.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
AGORA |
| I be that schizo motherfucker |
| Walking with a shovel |
| Keep the bodies covered |
| Lurking with my brothers |
| Killers by the hundred |
| Bleed out my fucking eyes |
| $carecrow the glorified |
| Fuckboys get mortified |
| Bitches get traumatized |
| Can’t you see in my eyes |
| My heart’s been paralyzed |
| Never apologize |
| God’s been disqualified |
| Demons are calling us |
| My soul’s been compromised |
| 59 homicides |
| 59 mommas cry |
| Just got a motherfucking hand full of cash out |
| Spend it all already on a head full of hash hoe |
| Hope the weed will last yo |
| Half a dub already smoked |
| Turning ghost I’m burning Os |
| Drunk and I go and I do this shit often |
| And I know what they talk |
| And then pull out the weapon we’ll see how it goes |
| Bitch get that stuff but she sick in the snow |
| She bend the knee and now her |
| Whole throat feeling closed |
| Snow leopard seeking throws |
| Throwing bones his clothes ain’t glowing |
| Bitch they need to keep you froze |
| Nigga it’s me and my people |
| Point my hitta’s to you that’s a free throw |
| It’s the Crackhead, rolling up napkins |
| Have to talk all my shit I’m a beast though |
| Started off tucking them pounds |
| They tucking up rounds |
| And not with the fucking around |
| Pull out the chopper |
| If you start walking with them |
| Imma start cutting shit down |
| Imma re-up in a couple of weeks |
| And be rich with the squad like a couple of g’s |
| Fuck with my niggas we coming for keeps |
| Had to pull out the fader it fucked up the streets |
| I ain’t the nigga who stuck on the streets |
| If you ready the die don’t say nothing to me |
| Imma bust out the track and then bust out the trap |
| I just put in that work for a fuck load of green |
| Gas in the bag never stuck on no E |
| I’m just living our life feeling good as can be |
| If you see what I saw and you lived round my parts |
| You’d be starving like Marvin or busting the heat |
| I’m just that nigga you couldn’t compete |
| Got that grass in the bag like there’s wood in the tree |
| If you asking for action then we let you have it |
| You niggas afraid that you wouldn’t want beef |
| How bout your bae when I wooded her deep |
| Has your bitch on my knee yelling put it to me |
| Need to pack up her bags and say get the fuck out |
| Cause her ass is so fat when she put on them jeans |
| I don’t want static and you don’t want heat |
| Pull the burner out that bag and it’s hooked to your bean |
| Hood on the head and I’m bout to run up |
| On this nigga who died just for looking at me |
| I be so nutty my wrist be so floody |
| The ice it be dripping just fucked up the scene |
| Sipping on sprite like that stuff is for cheap |
| And my tummy is numb that’s a cup of some lean |
| I be just chilling with me and my villains |
| You snitching you rats give up fuck 'bout some cheese |
| I’m ready to harvest the hardest and me |
| I’m just cooling it down like a cup of some tea |
| And I’m out |
| San have to make money |
| San have a go |
| Gonna make money |
| Always fucking bitches at the show |
| You a fake now |
| Sipping lean with Drake now |
| Hitting fucking corpses |
| At the motherfucking base now, man |
| I’m bossing all you bitches |
| Keeping all of you ups living |
| All I wish is for three bitches |
| That can give me all the digits, woah |
| Sipping lean in the cup |
| With the bitch looking bruv |
| Looking tough |
| For the bitches that looking for all the drugs |
| Now it’s different decision |
| I put my dick in the center |
| And if you listen to Jynn |
| My niggas wishing you with it |
| It’s like a simple predicament |
| If you with it we finish it |
| If you dip in the middle |
| We put a brick to your head and then |
| You a rodent you been a rat in the mist of it all |
| Even folding you benefit get the rest to get caught |
| If you told them you with it then get the business and ball |
| Get the business and ball |
| Like, damn how the fuck do you do that |
| You just another motherfucker in a dorag |
| And you can tell me I’m a hustler from New Jack |
| Cause you get shot up in the gutter |
| Thought you knew that nigga |
| Imma prove that |
| If you two step |
| Brother we can do that |
| Get the crew bang nigga |
| Where the roots |
| Like where the tools at |
| Hit 'em with pool sticks |
| Like I’m gonna move back |
| Crackhead |