Facail Agus Eadar-Theangachaidhean - Yeah Yeah
— air a sheinn le Boosie Badazz
"Yeah Yeah" liriceach agus eadar-theangachaidhean. Faigh a-mach cò sgrìobh an t-òran seo. Lorg cò an riochdaire agus stiùiriche a’ bhidio ciùil seo. Sgrìobhaiche-ciùil "Yeah Yeah", faclan, rèiteachadh, àrd-ùrlaran sruthadh is mar sin air adhart. Tha “Yeah Yeah” na òran air a chluich air sasannach. Tha "Yeah Yeah" air a sheinn le Boosie Badazz
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Trap Dickey ft. Boosie Badazz - Yeah Yeah (Official Video)
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(IMixNation, for real)
(Denny what you cookin’, yeah)
They gotta understand
I don’t like games, I don’t do too much playin’
Three little boys, three little girls, n**** I’m a grown ass man
Menace to society, I run the streets, that’s where I stand
Chest poked out, standin’ on ten toes, bitch what you sayin’?
I raised a lot of shooters, they beside me, they not under me
Crosstracks Legend throwin’ fours, what they gonna be
So run, yeah (boom)
Got some hitters up there across the creek, and they gon’ gun, yeah
Before I bought the J’s up on my feet, we bought some guns, yeah
Rappin’ just for fun, yeah, a certified member
Plus my heart cold like December, and I’m runnin’ with some killers
If I slide, I know they wit’ me, traumatized from all this killing
People still call us the hitters, couple snakes and they got venom
Streets cold, for real
I’m in the hood, I know the fiends, they gon’ tell where you live
Heard them LA boys come around the corner, all they know is drill
N***** killin’ who ya love
Paranoid from homicides, you faded out, you full of drugs
Put you in a gang, big homie changed, he ain’t tell you what it was
Bodies drop, they full of slugs
Hollow tips for runner-up
Bitch I’m bout mine
Thuggin’ on the north, these n***** act like I ain’t outside (gang)
And I serve, for real, my phone be jumpin’ like a hotline (Trap)
And I’m totin’ 4-5s
My brother aim legit, and he won’t miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey)
Bitch I’m bout mine
Thuggin’ on the north, these n***** act like I ain’t outside (boom)
And I serve, for real, my phone be jumpin’ like a hotline
And I’m totin’ 4-5s
My brother aim legit, and he won’t miss, he carry both 9s (LA gang, Trap)
Bitch I’m bout mine
Ain’t gotta talk mine, it’s up in black and white, I slang iron
Really don’t mind, I’ll shoot you black and white, that southside
Streets I was raised, I bled ‘em every night, stop signs
Runnin’ right through ‘em, they tryna take our life
Bitch we baptized
But we ain’t said prayers in ‘bout a thousand nights
Duckin’ momma, cause momma know we ain’t livin’ right
I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight
The money got to comin’ in, I had a purpose overnight
Me and my uncle whippin’ soft up in the loft
40K made off cocaine, before set it off
Yeah, bitch I’m outside, courtside
Iced up, two 9s
I’m a million-dollar n**** still in the club throwin’ gang signs
Bitch I’m bout mine
Thuggin’ on the north, these n***** act like I ain’t outside (gang)
And I serve, for real, my phone be jumpin’ like a hotline (Trap)
And I’m totin’ 4-5s
My brother aim legit, and he won’t miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey)
Bitch I’m bout mine