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Текст (слова) песни: Tommy Wright III f Tini - Die Nigga Die

Hook: Tommy Wright

Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die,
Got a big clip wid a Jason mask
(4x)

[Verse 1: Tini]
Jealous bustas dwell, what the hell, it is me finally
Welcome to the game so glad that you came
No longer vampin` from the scene missed Tini
Nineteen-tini five wid the solo
Told you I was gonna creep, so here it is God damn
Everybody gotta put a hold on they tape
cause the muggin` family is goin` to the top man,
Peepin` robbin` chiefin` everyday life of a thug,
Gimme love, robbers steady creepin` to the east
A quarter after eleven it`s almost that time for the leprechaun to creep
Tini just in back get my gat plus my back pack
Creepin` up from out the dark I gotta get`cha fool
Seven Jason masks wid the buckshots and the anna cannons
How in the fuck can I lose?

Hook (4x)

[Verse 2: Tini]
Grippin` on my glock, lookin` down my block,
Seein` what`s up by the bump,
Before I hit the track get my back pack
makin` sure I got another clip for my gat when I rat-tat,
Did you see me?, hocus pocus in the dust
from the quickness I be ventin` never seen,
It`s a drought, no doubt, no rocks, on my block, spray the cops
I`m a robber so let me count my green,
Two fifteens, bumpin` in my trunk, detachable face partner
Chevy thang wid green oxy trevols spark it wid the vogues
wid the gold stole from the white folks,
Slowly I approach, to the car,
Smack you buck up bitch and get yo ass out
Open up the door, fuck the kids, shoot the dad kill the mommy
Your ass shouldn`ta stopped at the red light
Got a Lexus, and it ride so smooth
Finna dodge this motherfucka `fore I give it up
Got it right into the chop shop
Then it`s downtown ridin` from the po-pos where I`m never found
Then I turn it in, seven Gs in my pocket flat
got a fat knot swellin` from my right thigh,
Keep a hustle anyway I can, to the night I die stay high,
No lookin` back, danger lurks and it hurts
if it catch, then I bet`cha that it`s me too,
Don`t set to rinse say what`cha gonna do
Cause when you slip don`t make a move,
It`s kinda sad though, they got me mad into the game
and when it`s time I`m steady bustin` at my jealous friends,
Got a guage, hangin` out the window,
Niggas in my neighbourhood sippin` on Hen

Hook (`til fade)

 

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