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演出藝人
Soldier Kidd
Soldier Kidd
演出者
詞曲
Soldier Kidd
Soldier Kidd
詞曲創作

歌詞

DeCicco (DeCicco)
What's up man?
Take off whoadie
Aye man, you see me out this game man
Proud of them Derry hitters
Southside shit let back up
(Aye DeCicco, what up my ****?)
My lil' Soldier Kidd man
Talkin' to myself 'cause that the realest **** here
Had to see my people down and that's the only thing I fear
I've been lookin' for the truth
Should've been lookin' in the mirror
Tell my white girl I'm cut
And she think that I'm just weird
I ain't never get no love
So I find that shit weird
And I gotta taste of love
And it always taste like beer
Always put me on my rear
Boy, I think the devil here
And he standin' on my shoulders
Tryna whisper in my ear
Tryna influence my peer
Tryna make me convert
Tryna put me in the hearse
Put my whoadie on a shirt
Now I put my **** first
'Cause all we did was hurt
Yeah, all we do is serve, baby
Got guns like it's Nerf, baby
You ain't ever learn, baby
We the ones who merk, baby
We the ones who gang bangin'
All I hear are bullets rainin'
All I hear is momma sayin'
I can peep these **** faded
I can peep these **** fakin'
You ain't peep, my **** dangerous
(DeCicco)
Better be ridin' like you sayin'
Better be ready when you land
Better be out here with a plan
Better wake up with that lead
Better wake up to some head
Better treat me like a chef
Treat lil' shorty like I'm deaf
Better rock to the end
Better be ridin' like you sayin'
Better be ready when you land
Better be out here with a plan
Better wake up with that lead
Better wake up to some head
Better treat me like a chef
Treat lil' shorty like I'm deaf
Better rock to the end
Bet I put my trust in you
I'ma put my gun to use
Blow lil' whoadie like a flute
**** sweeter than some fruit
Fuck the beat, I'm that dude
Baby girl, don't send no text
Baby girl love to flex
Baby girl, you got me fed
You ain't fall in love with me
You fell in love with XXX
I got Rico right on deck
I don't reload, I'm on deck
Like an Xbox, I connect
**** run up, don't check
**** runnin' from the feds
And **** doin' scams
Don't nobody got a job
Taught myself how to rob
I was fly since I was born
I ain't never fuckin' crawl
Learned that you can't hit forever
You gon' get hit with the law
I don't rap, bitch I draw
This my muhfuckin' art (DeCicco)
This ain't Soldier Kidd
Bitch, this is Nas
I'm from Palm Beach, where we livin' raw
I'm from Palm Beach, fourteen with a Glock
I'm from Palm Beach, fourteen, let it pop
Better be ridin' like you sayin'
Better be ready when you land
Better be out here with a plan
Better wake up with that lead
Better wake up to some head
Better treat me like a chef
Treat lil' shorty like I'm deaf
Better rock to the end
Better be ridin' like you sayin'
Better be ready when you land
Better be out here with a plan
Better wake up with that lead
Better wake up to some head
Better treat me like a chef
Treat lil' shorty like I'm deaf
Better rock to the end
Written by: DeCicco Beats, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Soldier Kidd
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