Текст (слова) песни: UNLV - 211187

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

211s at night 187s in the day light

Nigga we just dont give a fuck

211s at night 187s in the day light

Nigga we just dont give a fuck

Verse one: {lil ya}

Niggas be tryna rep and some fools

Be tryna buck but lil ya that type of

Nigga that just dont give a fuck

But nathan and if you hatin then

Yous a hater but Im straight out that three

So how the fuck you gonna fade her

Soldier with a heart made of steel

Like my nigga b, I handle business on the real and

Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from

My bitches cuz I be hittin em regular like

Dre be hittin his switches

Clockin my riches as I stroll through my hood

Puffin on a blunt givin love where its all good and

For you niggas who aint go no love

I aint got no love for you chumps

Cuz Im a smoke em and choke em

Like a philly blunt

Yeah, Im gettin my grove on

Im ready to move on

To another level rob some niggas or

Whatever I got big nuts

I got a big heart like I said its been that way

Since fuckin start, you know me from my

Fuckin crew, you know what Im bound to do

I got a pit, Im ready to spit,

Im ready to serve to uhh!

Chorus

Verse two: {yella boy}

I even gots the boogy bangin atcha

Grab my zookie if I have to

Daze you up like daz

I dont give a fuck like kurupt

Im dismantlin mcs that come against me

Me and the tecster in broad day light

We comin to do thee fuck it

Of course, Im a show no remorse

Dont mean the boss, I never forget hoes

Verse three: {tec-9}

Im gettin skiet like that, Im slippery like ease wax

I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle

As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and

Called me a nigga

Verse four: { yella boy}

Im dumpin you bitches out like boss hog

I dont give a fuck about yall

You dont know what I would do to you

But I know whatcha will do to you

I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you

Verse five: {tec-9}

Yall know that Im back

Like brand new wax on brand new cadalacs

Im mourin Im yawnin plus I just

Lost my equipment bag

Verse six: {yella boy}

Sweatin like a zoo-loo to do you

Its best you fuckin scram

Im a champion Im dumpin on em

Im actin a motherfuckin donkey on em

Chorus

Verse seven {lil ya}

Im bout to do a jack

I got on all black

In my hand lies a tool that

I call my mack

Its like my best friend cuz when

I spin the bin it dont get jammed

Bullets chargin like a ram

You bets believe when them hollows hitcha

You goin in pocket bitch, you better drop it

One nigga tested my nuts he had the nerve to flex and

On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for

His gat that was stashed in his suit coat

I had to show him, I had to fuck over him

Stunt a fuckin lick of that hit and it was on

Then I put the keys on the lab and

Niggas started pushin slabs

My pockets started gettin swole

My knot has thickened

Thats how it is when

Nigga like ya, is flippin halves to

Quickers, quarter birds, to birds

Keep a brew full of rocks

Cuz my bitch need a serve,

Uploadin kilt, puttin in clips at the

Same time, beatin you niggas down

With my bat if I aint got that iron

Leave yo mama cryin why you shot my only son

Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now Im done

Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril

Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot

We put in work, doin dirt everyday

Its twelve noon, lets go get somebody

To buy some yae, cant be no miner

Got to be a big tymer, because im down to

Pill a couple of caps and get these niggas out they snaps

Cuz im

Verse eight: {tec-9}

You bitches dont know the fuckin size of this shit

Im on the rise with this shit

See tommorow, the fuckin clip bitch

2-2-6 my boys comin

Mag-11 hollow tips nigga

Better start runnin

When I start comin up the block

With my glock like a mad man

In a mad rage face is caught on the front page

Let them bitches catch me down bad

With my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella boy}

You despise, why Im up in disguise

Now you paralyzed plus you realize

To stop playin with me

My click is quick to let them bullets fly

Click ya fuckin self ya bitch you

For you get downed

Chorus

We droppin em stop playin with me

Stop playin with me

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» UNLV - Another Bitch (Street Version)
» UNLV - Playa Haten
» UNLV - Things Got Wild
» UNLV - Bootie Bop
» UNLV - Pussy C`Mon to Me
» UNLV - No Struggle No Progress
» UNLV - Straight Out Tha Gutta
» UNLV - Much Respect
» UNLV - Come Up
» UNLV - 6 & Baronne(Manny Fresh Style) Awk Awk
» UNLV - 3rd Ward Court Date
» UNLV - Local 580
» UNLV - Shake Shake It
» UNLV - Local 580
» UNLV - Rape U 4 Your Life
» UNLV - Hike
» UNLV - Pocket Full of Furl
» UNLV - Eddie Bow
» UNLV - Yella`s Revenge
» UNLV - Go D.J.


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: UNLV - 211187 Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just dont give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just dont give a fuck Verse one: {lil ya} Niggas be tryna rep and some fools Be tryna buck but lil ya that type of Nigga that just dont give a fuck But nathan and if you hatin then Yous a hater but Im straight out that three So how the fuck you gonna fade her Soldier with a heart made of steel Like my nigga b, I handle business on the real and Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from My bitches cuz I be hittin em regular like Dre be hittin his switches Clockin my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin on a blunt givin love where its all good and For you niggas who aint go no love I aint got no love for you chumps Cuz Im a smoke em and choke em Like a philly blunt Yeah, Im gettin my grove on Im ready to move on To another level rob some niggas or Whatever I got big nuts I got a big heart like I said its been that way Since fuckin start, you know me from my Fuckin crew, you know what Im bound to do I got a pit, Im ready to spit, Im ready to serve to uhh! Chorus Verse two: {yella boy} I even gots the boogy bangin atcha Grab my zookie if I have to Daze you up like daz I dont give a fuck like kurupt Im dismantlin mcs that come against me Me and the tecster in broad day light We comin to do thee fuck it Of course, Im a show no remorse Dont mean the boss, I never forget hoes Verse three: {tec-9} Im gettin skiet like that, Im slippery like ease wax I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a nigga Verse four: { yella boy} Im dumpin you bitches out like boss hog I dont give a fuck about yall You dont know what I would do to you But I know whatcha will do to you I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you Verse five: {tec-9} Yall know that Im back Like brand new wax on brand new cadalacs Im mourin Im yawnin plus I just Lost my equipment bag Verse six: {yella boy} Sweatin like a zoo-loo to do you Its best you fuckin scram Im a champion Im dumpin on em Im actin a motherfuckin donkey on em Chorus Verse seven {lil ya} Im bout to do a jack I got on all black In my hand lies a tool that I call my mack Its like my best friend cuz when I spin the bin it dont get jammed Bullets chargin like a ram You bets believe when them hollows hitcha You goin in pocket bitch, you better drop it One nigga tested my nuts he had the nerve to flex and On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for His gat that was stashed in his suit coat I had to show him, I had to fuck over him Stunt a fuckin lick of that hit and it was on Then I put the keys on the lab and Niggas started pushin slabs My pockets started gettin swole My knot has thickened Thats how it is when Nigga like ya, is flippin halves to Quickers, quarter birds, to birds Keep a brew full of rocks Cuz my bitch need a serve, Uploadin kilt, puttin in clips at the Same time, beatin you niggas down With my bat if I aint got that iron Leave yo mama cryin why you shot my only son Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now Im done Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot We put in work, doin dirt everyday Its twelve noon, lets go get somebody To buy some yae, cant be no miner Got to be a big tymer, because im down to Pill a couple of caps and get these niggas out they snaps Cuz im Verse eight: {tec-9} You bitches dont know the fuckin size of this shit Im on the rise with this shit See tommorow, the fuckin clip bitch 2-2-6 my boys comin Mag-11 hollow tips nigga Better start runnin When I start comin up the block With my glock like a mad man In a mad rage face is caught on the front page Let them bitches catch me down bad With my 12-gage Verse nine: {yella boy} You despise, why Im up in disguise Now you paralyzed plus you realize To stop playin with me My click is quick to let them bullets fly Click ya fuckin self ya bitch you For you get downed Chorus We droppin em stop playin with me Stop playin with me Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 211187: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/120/1/2595.html Все тексты песен: UNLV » UNLV - Another Bitch (Street Version) » UNLV - Playa Haten » UNLV - Things Got Wild » UNLV - Bootie Bop » UNLV - Pussy C`Mon to Me » UNLV - No Struggle No Progress » UNLV - Straight Out Tha Gutta » UNLV - Much Respect » UNLV - Come Up » UNLV - 6 & Baronne(Manny Fresh Style) Awk Awk » UNLV - 3rd Ward Court Date » UNLV - Local 580 » UNLV - Shake Shake It » UNLV - Local 580 » UNLV - Rape U 4 Your Life » UNLV - Hike » UNLV - Pocket Full of Furl » UNLV - Eddie Bow » UNLV - Yella`s Revenge » UNLV - Go D.J. 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