PĂĄgina inicial > Emocore > T > Tru > Miller Boyz

Miller Boyz


Silkk talking:
Silkk the shocker nigga, c-murder nigga, master p gc nigga, tru what the
Fuack yall wanna do

We them down south killer boys
Ghetto commission and them motherfucking miller boys
Think its a game well fuck around and kill you boy
On the reala for the scrilla we come to get you boy

Im trying to make a million of this rap shit
And blow up like a fat bitch
My entourage is thick
Nigga no limit is the shit
My grandma awlays told me Id be famous
But she never told that I would hool up with these gangstas
Body bangers
? ? ? bitch we hungry like? ? ?
I be part of tso until Im up out the alter
I got ? ? ? aint no warning me
Im heartless aint no running me nigga
Dont ever stunt on me nigga
Ill fucking crush you nigga

Im about to put my foot in a niggas ass physically abuse
Misuse the but of my pistol to cause a bruise
Beat a mother fucker till a bitch cant move
Tru niggas refuse to lose
Tote guns to murder fools
Coming with rumming
If niggas aint respecting the flame
Ejecting bullets with nullets taking niggas out the game
Im stealing outlaw
Still dodging cop cars
Tso and miller boyz riping niggas apart

Chorus repaeat 2x

Its the red eye pistol packing rapping assassin
The last one blasting
Late night outfit ski-masking
I got your backbone subtracting
Itchy trigger finger action got me ducking the law
Hoping to change I bust a brain and cause a flame on it fo
It aint no thing to me fo
I got the game in me fo
Tso tank dogs playing you raw
Shit talking nigger crosser
Ima toss ya, ima flip ya, iam punch ya, ima kick ya
Motherfucker get a picture
We real niggas

Just a little a ghetto boy
A motherfucking miller boy, killer boy
Put that pistol in a pillow boy
Ans smoke you and your motherfucking mom
Come on and play dumb
And watch me leave you in the rum
Like a old pair cheesy ass shoes on the proch
Crush you like a roach
And burn you like a torch
Pussy ass niggas dont last to long
Im down south where them real niggas roam

Chorus reapeat 2x

Silkk the shocker
I remember when I used to carry crack, I used to carry gats
Now they got a fake ass nigga in the hood walking around carring bats
You know I cant be having that
Lucky I left the heat alone, beef alone or I would have been buried black
You know the shit I spit bitch ya heard
Ha what sit on on the curb
Niggas think they funny know you can get it six a bird
Thats why I flip birds
You fake ass niggas got on my nerves
Im from 504 we aint no joke
Nigga give up your fucking dope

Master p
Grab a camera take a flick
Miller boyz and tru click
Bustas get dealt with hos get some dick
So hail to the streets cause young nigga we run this
See me life aint nothing but weed and money
A couple cars, a couple houses so we never go broke
Hotboy got the dope
Man ? ? ? in the ghetto
See no limit is the army and we the soilders
The ghetto commission and tru click thought I told you

Chorus repeat 2x

Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor, envie uma correção >

esta mĂșsica

Ouça estaçÔes relacionadas a Tru no Vagalume.FM