LRC歌词
[03:25.00]Haters approach but they DOA'd
[03:25.00]Try next week we ain't with it today
[03:25.00]It ain't my fault you got no money
[03:25.00]You need to go get you some, won't make me none
[03:25.00]I hit hard like a slam drum
[03:25.00]Slum and slang with a ton of games
[03:25.00]Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in
[03:25.00]Fake friends trying to blend in
[03:25.00]It tend to get on my nerves
[03:25.00]My circles get 'sturbed
[03:25.00]Split a check firt a real man Chula furs
[03:25.00]Try to make it home but he struck on third
[03:25.00]Me fall off? No sir
[03:25.00]Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
[03:25.00]Snap back quick when It comes to cash
[03:25.00]That's when them niggas start watching ya a**
[03:25.00]But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it
[03:25.00]
[03:25.00]Chorus:2xs
[Jim Crow]
[03:25.00]The backstabbers keep an eye out
[03:25.00]You better watch out, before they find out
[03:25.00]Where you hide out, deep down south
[03:25.00]Shorty ride out, before ya time out
[03:25.00]
[Cha Cha]
[03:25.00]How many niggas you know down and crazy
[03:25.00]Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all
[03:25.00]To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes
[03:25.00]And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads
[03:25.00]Either you chickens like all in the business
[03:25.00]Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads
[03:25.00]Intimidated cause I could be the misses
[03:25.00]But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all
[03:25.00]I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful
[03:25.00]Make her hope in the back just to be fightful
[03:25.00]Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed
[03:25.00]Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though
[03:25.00]Both times I co-signed the whole nine
[03:25.00]Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind
[03:25.00]Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy
[03:25.00]Off the top and many, pop them any
[03:25.00]And the Crow out to get him
[03:25.00]
[03:25.00]Chorus:
[03:25.00]
[03:25.00]What's it's gone be is you and me
[03:25.00]We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight
[03:25.00]You got a problem wit me my ni**a, then get right
[03:25.00]But sit tight, hold on I got sh*t up on my mind
[03:25.00]And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind
[03:25.00]And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a ni**a
[03:25.00]F**k up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a ni**a
[03:25.00]Let a ni**a mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a ni**a?
[03:25.00]Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor
[03:25.00]Thinking that a ni**a is slipping, but I ain't shorty
[03:25.00]Damn what you keep money for?
[03:25.00]In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)
[03:25.00]Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it
[03:25.00]Lot of folk talk I'm talking sh*t about him
[03:25.00]Jack move, get up out it
[03:25.00]When we pull the ball out to test, so b**ch I been bout it
[03:25.00]Mama said attend college
[03:25.00]Make it big, my friends doubt it
[03:25.00]In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses
[03:25.00]Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time
[03:25.00]Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine
[03:25.00]Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime
[03:25.00]Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine
[03:25.00]I ain't lying
[03:25.00]
[03:25.00]Chorus:
文本歌词
Haters approach but they DOA'd
Try next week we ain't with it today
It ain't my fault you got no money
You need to go get you some, won't make me none
I hit hard like a slam drum
Slum and slang with a ton of games
Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in
Fake friends trying to blend in
It tend to get on my nerves
My circles get 'sturbed
Split a check firt a real man Chula furs
Try to make it home but he struck on third
Me fall off? No sir
Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
Snap back quick when It comes to cash
That's when them niggas start watching ya a**
But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it
Chorus:2xs
The backstabbers keep an eye out
You better watch out, before they find out
Where you hide out, deep down south
Shorty ride out, before ya time out
How many niggas you know down and crazy
Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all
To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes
And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads
Either you chickens like all in the business
Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads
Intimidated cause I could be the misses
But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all
I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful
Make her hope in the back just to be fightful
Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed
Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though
Both times I co-signed the whole nine
Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind
Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy
Off the top and many, pop them any
And the Crow out to get him
Chorus:
What's it's gone be is you and me
We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight
You got a problem wit me my ni**a, then get right
But sit tight, hold on I got sh*t up on my mind
And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind
And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a ni**a
F**k up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a ni**a
Let a ni**a mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a ni**a?
Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor
Thinking that a ni**a is slipping, but I ain't shorty
Damn what you keep money for?
In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)
Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it
Lot of folk talk I'm talking sh*t about him
Jack move, get up out it
When we pull the ball out to test, so b**ch I been bout it
Mama said attend college
Make it big, my friends doubt it
In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses
Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time
Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine
Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime
Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine
I ain't lying
Chorus:
