Young Chris Make You A Believer текст песни, слова песни Make You A Believer Young Chris
Young Chris - Make You A Believer
Y'all know them, well fuck it me either
Well point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer
The under underground, the under underground
Point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer
Y'all know them, well fuck it me either
Well point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer
The under underground, the under underground
Point the biggest skeptic out I'll make em a believer
[Verse 1:]
Y'all know them, fuck it, me neither
Why sell swagger, why 3 sneaker
Had a bad bitch from overseas, named Anika
I knew I should have kept her, you said she was a keeper
Shout out to the divas, got a Shawty named Geneva
Keep a 3 57 six shots like a beeper
My senorita, get out of line you niggas meet her
She put them deeper, about the franklins, Aretha
My swish is sweeter, sweet as a margarita
We the last board on the game bitch it's hard to beat us
Even with the magnify niggas it's hard to see us
Couple gallons of that Fiji all of a Aaliyah
I ain't one with the workers nigga call your leader
Sweetie give me the best you got I need a younger Anita
Got the pies I need a baker, sweet love I need a baker
Interfere with this paper, motherfuckers see the laser
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Blocka, blocka, niggas ain't touching the lyricist
The competition, get body vicious so stop comparing it
Big glocks I'm wearing it, any track I'm airing it
Pro tools, bloody sessions I'm engineering it
Long as niggas keep they vocals out of the court
Stupid niggas should write a book on how to get caught
Couldn't get it I said fuck it learn how to estort
Learn how the body, the records kill without a remorse
I throw the cargos and the Arseen jean jacket
If I ain't hit a believe, my nigga P ain't had it
Your hit a target and guess who aiming the beam at it
I never said I had a dream, Luther King had it
This is reality, follow me through this dirty valley
My favorite neighbors is shooting up in that dirty alley
The 8 will take away the wait, you don't need no Ballys
The co-defendant usually break, I don't need nobody...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So on the breakthrough, look at all the millions I'm tied to
15 went the Roc A Fella for high school
Came straight from the poverty to the property
You motherfuckers got a problem on top of me
Coming from the bottom for that number 1
That's right I'm coming back solo for another run
I ain't done yet all I know is to win and I ain't won yet
Industry my bitch still fucking her she ain't cum yet
5 yrs strong till I sign my deal
When I drop Alive you niggas dying for real
Much love for the new waves, Levis, the new J's
Snap backs, the backpacks, this is rap in the new days
Biggy, Pac and Jigga that's era I'm from
Write back no Jam master Dmc just Run
Warning all you rappers death when you see Young Gun
Stupid niggas ya'll can act like ya'll ain't see this come
[Chorus]
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