Feel No Pain - P Wild, Fat Trel, Yowda

Feel No Pain - P Wild, Fat Trel, Yowda

Год
2015
Язык
`英語`
Длительность
285230

以下は曲の歌詞です Feel No Pain 、アーティスト - P Wild, Fat Trel, Yowda 翻訳付き

歌詞 " Feel No Pain "

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Feel No Pain

P Wild, Fat Trel, Yowda

Hook

Streets on fire

Streets goin' crazy

All real niggas

First name base

All real bitches

White cocaine

Kill all witnesses

Feel no pain

Trel’s verse:

25 to life, I hope I’ll never see it

Seen the killer lose his life, I hope I’ll never be him

Bitches on my line, I hope they let us jam

Cause if they ain’t tryna fuck, we ain’t tryna see 'em

Ballin' once again, droppin' out the car see him

You know my swag’s copper dean, and you don’t know how it feels to be him

I don’t really see 'em, I just see 'em in my DM

All it took is one call, from the morning to the pim

Streets goin' crazy, the beef is goin' maj'

These hoes ain’t loyal, and the niggas been snakes

It’s just me and gang, just us and Ben Franklin

And the label still callin', and the bitches still waitin'

Yowda’s verse:

My shawty was no good for me

Had to leave her in the past, now she history

I’m countin' up this cash, this shit ain’t new to me

My niggas with the shits, we with the foolery

Shooters on shooters, who I roll with

Most of this niggas on hoe shit

I’m on my shit I be focused

Might fuck your bitch in a Focus

Free all my people like Moses

This Glock it don’t come with no holster

I pull up and hop out the roaster

I’m taking whatever like vultures

Back when I was in the A I got my gang with me

Just steppin' and steppin', walkin' on all this jewelry

All this shit you talkin' don’t mean shit to me

Put your hands up on me, got this Glock on me

P Wild’s verse:

Just got a package, anything was pure

Last week the streets was sick, this week they got the cure

24 it’s forgiatos, on a foreign whip

I came in by myself, but I slid off with your bitch

My money is up because of the hate, drop to the 4 then I run back an 8

I stay motivated because of the hate, you niggas want beef I’m servin' them

steaks

Pop me a zan, I done pop me a perc

I done scratched my whip twice, dosin' off the syrup

I can’t find my phone, I’m searching for my wallet

I’m lookin' for my keys, but my pistol in my pocket

She say she fucked me twice, but I don’t remember once

She say she wanna see me cum, I told her bring money and trunks

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