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Tuff Guy
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Tuff Guy został wydany 14 stycznia 2018 przez Ali Vegas jako część albumu P.T.O. 2
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Data wydania14 stycznia 2018
WytwórniaAli Vegas
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM89

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ali Vegas
Ali Vegas
Performer
Half a Mil
Half a Mil
Performer
Ollie Williams
Ollie Williams
Rap
Jasun Wardlaw
Jasun Wardlaw
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ollie Williams
Ollie Williams
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Mafia style, nothing but sin
 You poppin' Cristal, I pop four fists, bow
 Put your cap back, send your head back to the hood in the knapsack
 Mobbed Detroit, Billy the Kid, Rob Banks
 Me, I put the scar on Tony Montana's face
 Ayo, half a mil, they got Cat and Will trapped in jail
 They found Mac and Sil cracking still
 Side the black DeVille, somebody had to squeal
 So here's the shotty and the hit list
 Do what you wanna to the informer
 Just make sure you body the witness
 We could bloody up his coogies and sweats
 And mill his family a head, attached to koofies and specs
 Yo half, let's start a crack war
 Run in the crib, put the gun to his wig
 And body him as he exit the trap door
 Son, fuck you think I got the mag for?
 Pack the guns that only blow backs off
 You know the crack law
 Whoever broke it, they next supposed to get axed off
 Smoke the culprit, Oli Vegas told us so
 Shit, Pollywood players who hold bricks
 I'll probably shoot the whole clique
 Building lobbies filled with bodies and shit
 No matter how much you keep it real
 You gotta sleep with steel
 Cause if your foes don't kill you
 Lord knows your people's will
 Think you a tough guy cause you puff lye
 Every day around my way, bullets bust by
 No matter how much you keep it real
 You gotta sleep with steel
 Cause if your foes don't kill you
 Lord knows your people's will
 Think you a tough guy cause you puff lye
 Every day around my way, bullets bust by
 The young donna drench you
 Sneak up on you, calm and gentle
 Side of Lincoln Continental
 Things I'm into is beyond your mental
 Oli Vegas, I hunt for you
 Send a valiant ho to every talent show
 To make you uncomfortable
 Get approached by Losenpool
 Half of my pairs guard catching a bear charge
 For open booze
 Sniper scoping you from out of stairwells
 When it come to my fam, there ain't no fair ones
 It's only farewells
 I've got enough fighting me to devour the world
 Uzi in my hand, two-piece suit
 I wrap the coogee pants, fuck a hoopty
 Two-seater with my meter
 I'm rolling weed up
 **** holding dough, slowing me up
 I'mma see him when he going real
 He's a wild out cat
 Who's supposed to be nuts
 And that's what I bust
 Especially over these bucks
 He's in the Cherokee with Melanie
 He don't know she telling me
 Every place he ever be in
 Stato, sniffing yayo
 Eyes red like two tomatoes
 Hide him from the feds
 Plus he lie on lopez
 Old school cat
 Used to stick guys on mopeds
 Coke head, used to rock Procats
 Thank you, Negani
 He's about to be a body
 With no head, cold lead
 This man's brain's about to be like champagne
 No wet, no vest
 Cause if your foes don't kill you
 Lord knows your people's will
 Think you a tough guy cause you puff lye
 Every day around my way
 Bullets bust by
 No matter how much you keep it real
 You gotta sleep with still
 Cause if your foes don't kill you
 Lord knows your people's will
 Think you a tough guy cause you puff lye
 Every day around my way
 Bullets bust by
 Yeah
 Ask around in the old neighborhood
 They know about Ali Vegas
 They know about half a mil
 Fuck with the bulls
 You get the horns
Written by: Ollie Williams
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