Dirty Harriet
Rah Digga lyrics
Rah Digga lyrics
"Straight Spittin', Part 2 Lyrics"
Got This Evil Lyrics
Light a candle for redemption Ridiculous you are Blame the demons Blame the fire for atrocity Wise man's words of revelation Stuck inside your minds Destination Arian-nation
This is what I'm dealin', bout to make a killin' off illin off-a hydro
Put it on a rapper like they work in El Tambo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!
My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealo
I fuck a nigga's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclist
With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga... shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin rhymes unruly
MC's for real might catch a hach-tuey
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this poi
I push the range on my Pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for under-aged rugrats
I spit for Bricks city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot cause I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast ood
I spit spit spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons
And best believe where I'm goin' you're a gonner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in California
I spit spit spit for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my sensi
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mixtape
Like that, I'm the ille
Light a candle for redemption Ridiculous you are Blame the demons Blame the fire for atrocity Wise man's words of revelation Stuck inside your minds Destination Arian-nation
This is what I'm dealin', bout to make a killin' off illin off-a hydro
Put it on a rapper like they work in El Tambo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah what!
My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin' how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealo
Kl 204 Lyrics
De snelweg Utrecht - Amsterdam rijd ik op bij Vinkenveen niet meer dan een Cabalero verder de afslag Schiphol - Amstelveen ik neem de bocht daarna te scherp er valt wat as op je broek en je k
us to the point she wanna slice thisDe snelweg Utrecht - Amsterdam rijd ik op bij Vinkenveen niet meer dan een Cabalero verder de afslag Schiphol - Amstelveen ik neem de bocht daarna te scherp er valt wat as op je broek en je k
I fuck a nigga's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like unicyclist
With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga... shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin rhymes unruly
MC's for real might catch a hach-tuey
Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this poi
What Happened Lyrics
Find a friend, lose control Fall in love and lose your soul Settle down, buy a ring Wait awhile, have a fling Work it out, raise a kid Then look back at what you did Never alone, so it's oka
t on we straight spittin', yeah what!Find a friend, lose control Fall in love and lose your soul Settle down, buy a ring Wait awhile, have a fling Work it out, raise a kid Then look back at what you did Never alone, so it's oka
I push the range on my Pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on motorcycles
I spit clean versions for under-aged rugrats
I spit for Bricks city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot cause I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast ood
I spit spit spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons
And best believe where I'm goin' you're a gonner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in California
I spit spit spit for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my sensi
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mixtape
Like that, I'm the ille