Rah Digga - Just For You Şarkı Sözleri

Rah Digga şarkıcısının popüler şarkılarından Just For You şarkısının sözlerini sizlerle paylaşıyoruz. Rah Digga - Just For You Şarkı Sözleri sitemize 31 Ekim 2019 Perşembe tarihinde admin tarafından eklenmiştir.

All my niggas why'all, Flipmode why'all
Flipmode why'all, hardcore why'all, raw shit why'all
Hardcore why'all, Flipmode why'all
For my bitches why'all, all my bitches why'all
Flipmode why'all, Flipmode why'all
Hardcore why'all, raw shit why'all
Hardcore why'all, Flipmode why'all

Never judge a nigga like the cover of a book
Fuck around and get shot back of the foot
Nigga fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook
Dragged in the alley and book and beat down to a pulp

Shot up my cops, Dirty Harry
You stickin me is like niggas fuckin the virgin Mary

Shit we carry, will have you found layin down somewhere damp and muddy
Split your tummy, puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody
So now I leave your body to rott
Where bitches sell they pussy for rock
Cook they coke in steamin water boil in a pot

Do you know niggas like us that clutter they watch
Invest in yo' block, like it or not, involvin your pops

You messin wit a rhyme surgeon
Trade the GS for the Excursion, heads is turning
Flipmode we still mergin

Now we splurgin in Suburbans
Dirty Harriet rock the camouflage turbans
Said one for the money and two for mic check
And spit a million rhymin words in 240 seconds

Get three to get your bitch neck, and four to even the score
Graveyard shift it's best that why'all believe in the law

Flipmode like Mary Lou Retton
Suede ballie, shoe steppin do the best that I can can
Like Pointer Sisters, who could join the wizard?

Talkin outta place I pick the knife up and cut the tongue
Right outta your mouth and fuck your life up



This for my niggas, why'all come get wit us
More raw hardcore shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU
This for my sistas, we know why'all miss us
Flipmode got raw shit just for you
YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU, you, YOU

Before all the plaques and the source awards
why'all niggas want to dick ride so jump aboard
It's a first class ass whippin, Rampage, I ain't trippin
Check all the magazine clippins

Yo I pluck pigeons, get brains in Expeditions
Cause friction, every chick I stick my dick in
I'm not trustworthy like midnight I'm pickin
Spliff keep it warm like wool caps to mittens

Watch for me in a new milli, kick up dust with my shoe shitty
New Jack City, wicked ways move wit me
Holla mine, any violent times crooks bear malice
White collar crime, Columbine, weak clear classes

Burn a nigga into ashes, how I mashes ass like Cassius
Finger jabs, I got it mastered, fantastic
Writin half ass shit, splash kids
Poke em with the bassonet in the neck, graphic

Can't tell I'm from QB the way that I talk
Speakin in tongue, with six blocks callin my dun
Bogie collapsed lung, big and small gats we brung
Bangin your drums with hot shit and more to come

But then we manifest the truth
The niggas like predictions from the Bible
Betrayal for niggas is suicidal

Kick swift shit niggas rock harder than Limp Bizkit
Dirty Harriet floodin all through your district