Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Flip f Jim Jones - Y`All Don`t Want It

Lil` Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*}

[Chorus: Lil` Flip - repeat 2X]
Y`all don`t want it with us, y`all don`t want it with us
Y`all don`t want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Y`all don`t want it with us, y`all don`t want it with us
Y`all don`t want it with us (Dip Set!)

[Verse 1: Lil` Flip]
This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
There`s nothing like it, I swear
Can`t no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it
I`m the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain`t Making The Band
I`m tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I`m on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot, hope you don`t blow it, dog
Don`t bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
I`m tired of snakes and rats, I`m moving forward, you pacing back
While I`m in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I`m gone, my shit`ll sell

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
And you niggaz that`s beefin, okay I`ll chew you like food (Yummy)
Don`t get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They ain`t slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up, we stretch `em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin` our section, raw shit for the fiends (I`ll smack you)
The boys controllin` my section, cause we gettin` that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know I`m smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam, you`ll get it fam, I`ll hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil` Flip]
I`m ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down

[Jim Jones]
So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles I`m poppin, it`s uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects, I`m still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I`m prepared for the streets, and I ain`t scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin` on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Flip f Jim Jones - Y`All Don`t Want It Lil` Flip, Jim Jones {repeat 4X} [Chorus: Lil` Flip - repeat 2X] Y`all don`t want it with us, y`all don`t want it with us Y`all don`t want it with us (Clover Gs!) Y`all don`t want it with us, y`all don`t want it with us Y`all don`t want it with us (Dip Set!) [Verse 1: Lil` Flip] This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane There`s nothing like it, I swear Can`t no other rappers compare Cause I can spit it or write it Just admit it, you like it I`m the hottest around Niggaz know how I get down But this ain`t Making The Band I`m tired of shaking your hand I got the piece to the puzzle, I`m on the streets when I hustle I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay) You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all When I move, you get one shot, hope you don`t blow it, dog Don`t bite the hand that feeds you You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you I`m tired of snakes and rats, I`m moving forward, you pacing back While I`m in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque I did it well, even when I`m gone, my shit`ll sell [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Just let my movement protrude (Dips) Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers) And you niggaz that`s beefin, okay I`ll chew you like food (Yummy) Don`t get Houston confused (No) Cause they music is screwed (Purple) They ain`t slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!) Get you tore up, we stretch `em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.) We controllin` our section, raw shit for the fiends (I`ll smack you) The boys controllin` my section, cause we gettin` that cream (Squalie!) And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!) You know I`m smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!) So if you want it fam, you`ll get it fam, I`ll hit you man (Unnh) And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil` Flip] I`m ready to let you have it Glocks and automatics I put them in your chest You shoulda wore your vest Cause we comin to your house With the forty cals Dumpin twenty five rounds Now bitch, lay it down [Jim Jones] So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin And all these bottles I`m poppin, it`s uncontrollable ballin Straight from the projects, I`m still cased up with charges It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge I`m prepared for the streets, and I ain`t scared of police You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast Sippin` on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Y`All Don`t Want It: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/10541.html Все тексты песен: Lil` Flip f Jim Jones » Lil` Flip f Jim Jones - Y`All Don`t Want It Рекомендуем скачать: » с аккордами Булат Окуджава - По смоленской дороге » с аккордами Умка и Броневичок - Белые лошадки » с аккордами Король и Шут - Aрбузная корка » Сергей Никитин - Вилли Винки » с аккордами Александр Гейнц и Сергей Данилов - Авачинская бухта » Сергей Татаринов, Игорь Акимов - Июньская проза » с аккордами Выход - Год Козла » с аккордами Ария - Кто ты?(tab) » с аккордами Яна - Голубь » с аккордами Александр Гейнц и Сергей Данилов - Все исчезло бесследно » с аккордами Александр Розенбаум - Тройка » Стрелки - Успеем » с аккордами Найв - Скейтборд » Сивер - Агония » с аккордами Лесоповал - ЛТП » Сергей Матвеенко - Разговор о Сибири » с аккордами Руки Вверх! - Алешка » Секрет - Сара Бара-Бу » с аккордами Ракетобиль - Адреналин » Светлана Мель - Песенка пессимиста...
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