Skinny Suge (Explicit)
Freddie Gibbs"Skinny Suge (Explicit)" là bài hát của Freddie Gibbs, 2020, Pop. Thời lượng 2:11, 47 lines / 424 words.
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0:00作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman
0:04作词 : Frederick J. Tipton
0:09Young c*caine
0:09Dream
0:13Go to sleep, like
0:26See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin'
0:30Yeah-yeah, yeah
0:29Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me
0:30Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency
0:33'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man
0:36I made it work for me
0:39If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man
0:42I never take it personally
0:39Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back
0:43N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch
0:49Dumb high, Marty McFly
0:47Put down the crack, bet on myself
0:49Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac
0:59Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back
0:54Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back
1:01Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that
1:05These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap
1:10How can a n*gga cope with that?
1:05Man, my uncle died off a overdose
1:07And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it
1:13Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions
1:19I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs
1:23'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'
1:23Loner but I hate to be lonely
1:23I f*ck a b*tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies
1:28If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies
1:32Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies
1:37A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap
1:32My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack
1:38She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack
1:42He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked
1:47It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah)
1:49I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga
1:54Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear)
1:51'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah
1:59Gang
2:02That's how we feel, if we die
2:04It's like, we go kill one of them
2:10'Cause they down for it, they had get took out
2:11Then they came back
2:08And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
2:11'Til everybody just drop it
作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton Young c*caine Dream Go to sleep, like See the Grim Reaper and the n*gga said, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah-yeah, yeah Like every night I dream a n*gga tryna murder me Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency 'Cause I decked a n*gga and took his work, man I made it work for me If he come back and kill me, I know this sh*t was business, man I never take it personally Skinny black n*gga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back N*ggas ain't show me how to cook, had to f*ck up my own batch Dumb high, Marty McFly Put down the crack, bet on myself Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap How can a n*gga cope with that? Man, my uncle died off a overdose And the f*cked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the n*gga that sold it Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin' Loner but I hate to be lonely I f*ck a b*tch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies If I fall off or get locked up she might just f*ck on the homies Most n*ggas die over love for a b*tch or havin' trust in they homies A skinny black n*gga, rich off rap My n*gga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his b*tch off smack She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack He told me look after his kids, then a week later that b*tch turned up whacked It's just the code, n*gga (Yeah) I pray Allah protect my soul, n*gga Lord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, n*gga (Fear) 'Cause I was livin' by the code, n*gga, yeah Gang That's how we feel, if we die It's like, we go kill one of them 'Cause they down for it, they had get took out Then they came back And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more 'Til everybody just drop it
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