Текст песни: Lil Wyte - Bye To The Bad Guy
[Lil Wyte]
Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them 4`s
DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it`s hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I`m flickin on
passin by these hoe like (skerrrrrr)
fuck that say goodbye to them bad guys
I smoke weed till` I die
I`m gon stay high
come touch this engin pimpin
I been crusin a buck
got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
the same story
every day only of guts glory
It`s part of yo struggle if it you ain`t got shit for me
I gon` hold it down
get my crown and keep only truckin
civilize this industry fuck up yo truck and keep on bumpin
this is some shit that you didn`t think you would ever see
but since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be
you think we`ll give up purple suryp and pimp cups
now motherfucker this the life we like in Memphis
[Chorus] - 4X
[DJ Paul]
yeah now they got me in this cell
cuz this crack man I sell
In the haven boy this crack sell well
I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn`
them po`s hit the con
I got gone I had a tone
with a big bag of crack
them boy don`t like that
so I had to get down like a lack
with 4 flats
I`m a grayhound
I just put the tre down
I can`t be on my way down
so I`m gon have to put down
ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox
ditch the glock behind the bushes round the block
and just like the spinners I will never stop
like bukus and money we don made on the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C
every thang we gain is green
to the bay
where my boy Lil Wyte stay
Is where I damn there ran but they caught me anyway fuck
[Chorus] - 4X
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[Lil Wyte]
Commin out like hold up aw shit there go them 4`s
DJ Paul where you at been tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it`s hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I`m flickin on
passin by these hoe like (skerrrrrr)
fuck that say goodbye to them bad guys
I smoke weed till` I die
I`m gon stay high
come touch this engin pimpin
I been crusin a buck
got to get away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
the same story
every day only of guts glory
It`s part of yo struggle if it you ain`t got shit for me
I gon` hold it down
get my crown and keep only truckin
civilize this industry fuck up yo truck and keep on bumpin
this is some shit that you didn`t think you would ever see
but since we hear turn to the back of the pack and let us be
you think we`ll give up purple suryp and pimp cups
now motherfucker this the life we like in Memphis
[Chorus] - 4X
[DJ Paul]
yeah now they got me in this cell
cuz this crack man I sell
In the haven boy this crack sell well
I was in the zone 8:30 in the morn`
them po`s hit the con
I got gone I had a tone
with a big bag of crack
them boy don`t like that
so I had to get down like a lack
with 4 flats
I`m a grayhound
I just put the tre down
I can`t be on my way down
so I`m gon have to put down
ditch the rocks I had them in a machbox
ditch the glock behind the bushes round the block
and just like the spinners I will never stop
like bukus and money we don made on the spot
I make the hood hot along with the faculty and ganegreen P.A.C
every thang we gain is green
to the bay
where my boy Lil Wyte stay
Is where I damn there ran but they caught me anyway fuck
[Chorus] - 4X
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