Tag: Emmett Till

Lil Uzi Vert – C4 Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Lil uzi bitch Lets get it [Verse 1] Ain’t have shit, nigga thats a lie Even had shit when I was in the ville I ‘member that- fuck the whats his name? Had his face lookin’ like Emmett Till That was a young nigga Keep goin’ hard for the Talkin’ to the law, that’s a rat deal Me and my boys act dumb We ain’t sayin’ shit We ain’t In the kitchen Eatin’ crabs One nigga I give my life for My own sacrifice for Man i love you nigga, you that right boul That’s a real nigga If it don’t replay Real nigga When I whip the pot like stir fry I’m doin’ deals in the ally way Man in the chevy with extended folk I’m sippin’ lean and they smokin’ dope [Hook] And I ain’t done, mothafucka...

Wale – Fish N Grits (feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Wale] That post Rodeo flow, you know Folarin the genius, Scott the king Uh, look [Verse 1: Wale & Travis Scott] Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing? In the Ace with my nigga whip Real nigga in that Will&Rich I ain't stopping 'til a nigga fifty mil' I ain't tripping 'til a nigga hundred mil' I ain't tripping 'til I'm five hundred mil' Funny, weighing on the money But I'm buying ice to let all of these niggas chill Never ever gotta write a will Niggas won't beat me like Emmett Till Niggas won't bite me like Holyfield Might run it back on you, I'm in the field Hey, that money be coming in, look Money be coming in, look I just left the Rodeo Then she riding my jawn again She ridin' my jawn again, got up on again And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone he...

Travi$ Scott – Fish N Grits (feat. Wale) (Days Before Birds Album) letras

[Intro: Wale] That post Rodeo flow, you know Folarin the genius, Scott the king Uh, look [Verse 1: Wale & Travis Scott] Yeah, Cartier, what your wrist doing? In the Ace with my nigga whip Real nigga in that will & rich I ain't stopping 'til a nigga fifty mil' I ain't tripping 'til a nigga hundred mil' I ain't tripping 'til I'm five hundred mil' Funny, weighing on the money But I'm buying ice to let all of these niggas chill Never ever gotta write a will Niggas won't beat me like Emmett Till Niggas won't bite me like Holyfield Might run it back on you, I'm in the field Hey, that money be coming in, look Money be coming in, look I just left the Rodeo Then she riding my jawn again She ridin' my jawn again, got up on again And bone her, bone her, bone her, bone ...