- Freddie Gibbs Gat Damn 歌詞
- Madlib Freddie Gibbs
- Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This shit, nigga, for real though), yeah
Man, I miss my nigga Greg, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah
I got homies in the feds, free my niggas, yeah, yeah
I just wrapped a hundred cash, zipped it in the air, yeah
Ima go **** up a bag, know that ho cant stand that
Yeah, I got shooters but Im duckin shooters
Pop em up, they hit the homie sister, guess we both the loser
Po-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a Ruger
I cant move the same, I gotta readjust how I maneuver
I reminisce that feeling when I think about it
A million in the bank, I used to dream about it
No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it
Up in the morning whippin cocaina bout it, yeah, yeah
I got bags, ho, is you ****in with me? Yeah, yeah
Time to blast, ho, is you ****in with me? Yeah, yeah
Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin fat slabs
Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, 'Goddamn'
Ah, goddamn, Im callin Lam
MoneyGram, go send the bail, Im in a jam
In the jail, Im in the cell, cant see the fam
Say my prayers, alhamdulillah, no bacon ham
Bacon ham, and cold salami, thats all they serve us
Stomach hurtin, the devil working, but I aint nervous
Beat the verdict, but lost a milli, guess life aint perfect
Whippin birdies, the devil working, but I aint nervous
I reminisce that feeling when I think about it
A million in the bank, I used to dream about it
No heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out it
I take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it, yeah, yeah
I got bags, ho, is you ****in with me? Yeah, yeah
We can blast, ho, is you ****in with me? Yeah, yeah
Let that yayo dry on the table, droppin fat slabs
Porsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, 'Goddamn'
Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeah
See, man , free that nigga, yeah, yeah
Hot dog, uh
Free my nigga, yeah, yeah
I know how it be, man
You know, pent down in that mother**** er, yeah
I remember I was on, on bail and shit, you know what Im sayin?
This, this, damn, the beat ran out
**** it, thats enough right there
**** it, I aint even gotta talk no shit
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