J-Hood Thou Shalt Not Lie (GuddaGudda Diss) текст песни, слова песни Thou Shalt Not Lie (GuddaGudda Diss) J-Hood
J-Hood - Thou Shalt Not Lie (GuddaGudda Diss)
You go shopping, you got to carry the lama
I know from a fact you don't want that nigga
You just wanna talk tough on Twitter, bitch nigga.
You don't really want no static, it's filled up, but I emptied that 'matic
You ain't ready to go polly with crates, nigga, must not value your life.
A nigga name, gotta think he love like me,
Torn the beats like he mad, but he falls like me.
You're loving fantasies, nigga, you're jewel milwakee
Tell your homophobe boss to come out the closet
Fuck, nigga, you ain't never gonna pop,
You want that garbage, nigga, tie your head at worse versus own bad luck
You even got two albums and you ain't got shit
Niggas, you wanna sit up and whole wane dick.
Sun tool in a team and you still can't win
You can't tell me I don't get under your skin
Drinking nikki got three albums and you're stuck on a donut
Licking papers every time, when he tell you to roll up
Caught up. Let's be honest, nigga, you don't wanna see me be under
Generally wear tights and furry boots, ain't no blood.
But nigga over there, telling you whatever you want
But everybody knows what's going on.
Ain't you the same nigga that used to run arrands for free
And woop like chris cross or some shit?
The wooden square niggas come from far
That nigga's been on niggas' cocks
The only reason they sign is because they needed a mascot
And youngers don't rap, they blast glass
I want to have my authorizers phones,
You take orders from a nigga on a skateboard in jeggins.
Homie, you don't really want no drama
You go shopping, you got to carry the lama
I know from a fact you don't want that nigga
You just wanna talk tough on Twitter, bitch nigga.
You don't really want no static, it's filled up, but I emptied that 'matic
You ain't ready to go polly with crates, nigga, must not value your life.
'The fuck you wanna say so why I ain't got no delly
I got more skriller on me, but down make your real
Silly nigga, I was thought by the lox to lick shots
Missing time at the bottom, but that was a pit stop
So you're threatening me on Twitter like you bow that life
When you're roll your son in a winkle from Miami Vice
Had a boss half face, so your ass is in slice
Put your jewelry in your glass, make a drink with your ice.
After we have it from you, I ain't just rapping for you
Half crimes stops at exit, what the fuck happened to you?
Three times you're innocent, can't get a single load,
Too noble leaving your flow, that's why you don't bring your wow
So don't be mad at me, be mad at that nigga
Indirectly saying you're wag, nigga.
Talking all tough, see you getting snuff
Homie, you don't really want no drama
You go shopping, you got to carry the lama
I know from a fact you don't want that nigga
You just wanna talk tough on Twitter, bitch nigga.
You don't really want no static, it's filled up, but I emptied that 'matic
You ain't ready to go polly with crates, nigga, must not value your life.
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