Tag: Black Mamba

Kevin Gates – Wetty (Freestyle) Lyrics

Play this song [Intro] AXL (AXL, AXL) Yeah Khaza [Verse 1] Erraticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas (Texas, woah) Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace when we sexin’ (Oh) Move the mirror to the bedroom so I can see you, only if you let me (Oh) Blood all on my ugh, ate you on the rag, I know I’m aggressive (Uh) Because of the quarantine, we been meeting up, goin’ joggin ‘ together (Oh) Calisthenics, stretching (Stretch), fitness, preference (Preference) Kettle bell, deadlift (Yeah), plyometrics (Yeah) Question, tell me, hey, why you so sexy? (Yeah) Nike tights with the Vapormax, with your back out doing core work (Ooh) Made love when we fucked first, tonight go to show you how the Lord work Plain Jane, not flashy ...

Montana of 300 – Black Mamba Lyrics

Play this song [Intro] (Hit me up, Fuego) [Chorus] Put me in my zone, Black Mamba Can’t believe you gone, Black Mamba Made it rain fourth quarter, Black Mamba Givin’ game to my daughter, Black Mamba, ayy I’ma ball out, Black Mamba Play my heart out, Black Mamba Niggas can’t help me, Black Mamba, ayy Ballin’ like I’m Kobe, Black Mamba, ayy Put me in my zone, Black Mamba Can’t believe you gone, Black Mamba Made it rain fourth quarter, Black Mamba Givin’ game to my daughter, Black Mamba, ayy I’ma ball out, Black Mamba Play my heart out, Black Mamba Niggas can’t help me, Black Mamba, ayy Ballin’ like I’m Kobe, Black Mamba [Verse 1] Just give it to Kobe, he’ll make a way Number 8 used to boom like...

Montana of 300 – Monster Lyrics

Play this song [Chorus] I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up [Verse 1] Before the rap I was the plug, I’m who they copped from Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up Streets ain’t no game, been moving weight like I’m E. Honda Don’t make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba You gon’ need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture Step back like Harden, cook his top ’til I see pasta I had to go through some crazy times Witnes...