BlocBoy JB

Makavelli
Ha, ha (Dmac on the fuckin' track) Ha, ha Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy Green, I get that shit like lettuce Too much money make these niggas get jealous The life of a convicted felon These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word) And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word) Down the ro-o-oad Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes) We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes) I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no) Man, I can't believe ya, you gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ayy (Woah) Th-thinkin' 'bout my people, where they when you really need 'em? Ayy (No) Made my own route and made it out, I took the legal way (Ayy) These pistols savin' niggas tryna take my fuckin' lead away (Ah) I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs) I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do) I-I-I do this for the gang (Gang), what I rep, double 0 (Woah) I don't do this for the name or the fame, it's for my folks (Folks) Will I change up? That's a no (No) Letras de cancionesSippin' on this lean, movin' slow (Slow, slow) Shawty head game on a roll (Roll) Her nigga is a lame and she know Uh, this is the life, nigga, this Makavelli Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy Green, I get that shit like lettuce Too much money make these niggas get jealous The life of a convicted felon These niggas cuttin', they talkin', they tellin' (Word, word, word) And it's still free all my niggas they jailin' (Word, word, word) Down the ro-o-oad Last December, we was sharin' clothes (Clothes, clothes, clothes) We don't love these bitches, we share hoes (Hoes, hoes) I just kick shit on the road, with all my bros, trip 'cross the globe These niggas sellin' they souls, no (No, no) From Letras Mania