Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Hold Ya Tongue, artista - Mo3. Fecha de emisión: 18.05.2016
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Hold Ya Tongue |
| Hold your tongue 'cause you might say somethin' I might not like |
| And if you do then you just might lose your life tonight |
| My big brother told me never let a nigga fuck me |
| And if I don’t, he’ll never let a nigga touch me |
| Niggas better not come half-stepping |
| 'Cause we got something that’ll speed you up |
| And watch them hollow points eat you up |
| Nigga what? you can’t touch me |
| So I advise you niggas don’t try to fuck me |
| You can’t bang with a beast, gun slang on a lane with a G |
| Quarter thing of cocaine in the seat |
| Everything that I speak real deal, I’ll burn a nigga up |
| Make 'em put a nigga name on they T |
| S-H-I-R-T, T-R-I-L-L |
| Hollow tips they’ll sang him to sleep |
| Cut a nigga body up, dump it in the lake |
| Let it float off and then bring that flame to his street |
| You niggas ain’t really no gangstas |
| You niggas bitches who walk around claiming to be |
| Something you not, I’ll go and put that thang to his teeth |
| Knock 'em out, now he can’t even eat |
| Got him chewing out a straw bitch, on that raw shit |
| I’m a dog, make him lean when I aim with the heat |
| Fuck the law, still creep when I crawl like a hog |
| But up north we dumb, no brains, don’t think |
| We won’t retaliate on your whole la familia |
| Gatling gun will fill him up and then hit the rest |
| Hear that chainsaw, yeah (grrr) |
| That’s the sound of the blade when it rip through a bitch nigga flesh |
| Knock his face off, lip to the left |
| Chrome TEC put a dip in his chest |
| His face all fucked up, six in his vest |
| Grab his head, put a twist to his neck |
| Now that boy body built like a desk |
| Hold your tongue 'cause you might say somethin' I might not like |
| And if you do then you just might lose your life tonight |
| My big brother told me never let a nigga fuck me |
| And if I don’t, he’ll never let a nigga touch me |
| Niggas better not come half-stepping |
| 'Cause we got something that’ll speed you up |
| And watch them hollow points eat you up |
| Nigga what? you can’t touch me |
| So I advise you niggas don’t try to fuck me |
| I’m from the nuddy lil buddy, thirteen-oh-thirty |
| Lurkin', them young niggas dirty |
| Pull up on the curb, shirt be, tucked in my pants |
| So the burner won’t hurt while I’m servin' |
| Come to the lane, gun in my hand like Cain |
| With them mob niggas, movin' them birdies |
| I’m from the lane, Forest Lane, gang bang, slang cane |
| Get twisted up like a McFlurry |
| Dum-dah-dah-dum-dum-dum |
| Choppers on deck ho, yoppers on top of that expo |
| Pa-rup-a-pa-pup-a-pum-pum |
| A hundred round drum''ll knock a bitch nigga up outta them retros |
| Bah-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum |
| Let’s go, tell him ready set go |
| Check got te TECs on decks by the jets ho |
| Fuck 'round and let go, one through your neck ho |
| Like Chief said if you half steppin' (what?) |
| Lil Three tote somethin' that’ll eat you up |
| And the casket ain’t shi |
| And them hoes in the cemetery be deep as fuck |
| Two-two-three when I’m creepin' up |
| If you shoot me we gon' beef it up |
| This the north ho, don’t get knocked off though |
| Hold your tongue 'cause you might say somethin' I might not like |
| And if you do then you just might lose your life tonight |
| My big brother told me never let a nigga fuck me |
| And if I don’t, he’ll never let a nigga touch me |
| Niggas better not come half-stepping |
| 'Cause we got something that’ll speed you up |
| And watch them hollow points eat you up |
| Nigga what? you can’t touch me |
| So I advise you niggas don’t try to fuck me |