Текст песни Fabolous - Suicide

Street Kings - OST / Короли улиц - Саундтрек [Unofficial]
Жанр: Rap / OST
Исполнитель: Fabolous
Альбом: Street Kings - OST / Короли улиц - Саундтрек [Unofficial]
Длительность: 02:22
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[Verse:] How u want it, In the abdomen or back Cause enemies poke you from the front, Friends stab you in the back The same niggas be tryin to collab you u on the track(What they do) Then turn right around and try to crab you on the smack Through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it Cause wen u ask about it, They gon say they never said it They kno if it's beef I let the mac-11 dead it And wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it You could'nthear a hotter flow if the devil said it I walk by em and wink, I don't feel t-pain cause I never had buy em a drink Double shot of loso baby I am the drink Tell em lay down on the couch baby I am a shreink(oh Yeah) I bring ya lady home, But I got the 80 chromed Niggas go Tom Cruise crazy for da Katie Holmes Ma niggas livin and we fed, We don't look down unless she givin us sum head I'm trippin bout bread, My push is the paper I roll up like kush in the paper I gotta be Kobe, You never see niggas like smush in the paper Unless he got pushed in the paper So my niggas be on sum bullshit, I call em the heat sweepers They ride around with the street sweepers They murk u at the grammys, But to kill you in the streets cheaper Either way you 6 feet deeper Loso a.k.a da 1 pump plaza suite creaper King size, Double "g" gucci sheet sweeper Da kid blow shots, Catch me and the kid robot 5 in the jersey, Cause the kid so hot Similar to Jason, You point at the guard, U must got an appointment with God A meetin with Allah, Or maybe a hot date with satan Niggas is food, I got hot plates for hatin So wen they bring the name up, They gon say I came up That shit alone be burnin these fuckin lames up Come through in a Bentley, Just to turn the flames up So you wanna take a shot, nigga bet da aim up(Aim up next time) Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm da betta liquor Ain't goin nowhere for a while, U could get a snicker I fuck her quick, Get her quicker Ma momma said keep ya tongue in ya mouth unless u a letter licker I'm gettin money bitch, But I ain't a cheddar tricker Got the texas toast meanin that my bread is thicker As a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whore Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with dem good credit scores Nigga with mental loss can't forget I ben a boss Tryin me is like bungee jumpin with dental floss It's a suicide
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