- OZ Sparx Cry 歌词
- OZ Sparx
- Feel all this pain up in my heart, so I'ma cry on the beat
Turn that ******* right into hard,we still supplying the streets
I'm with the gang, we pull up cars, you best be riding with me
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in charge, I got that fire on me
Feel all this pain up in my heart, so I'ma cry on the beat
Turn that ******* right into hard, we still supplying the streets
I'm with the gang, we pull up cars, you best be riding with me
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in charge, I got that fire on me
Ooh, I got that fire on me
Bet a ***** won't slide up on me, I'll put a ***** right on a tee
I'm rocking that Comme des Gar ons, got that designer on me
And I think I'd rather be alone than have you lying to me
And I got this hundred round drum, I'ma have some fun, I'ma take his face off
No, we ain't for nothing, watch a ***** run, watch a ***** take off
And we goin' dumb, we in the slums, can't have a day off
You know I'ma stunt and I'ma ball like it's the playoffs
Feel all this pain up in my heart, so I'ma cry on the beat
Turn that ******* right into hard, we still supplying the streets
I'm with the gang, we pull up cars, you best be riding with me
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in charge, I got that fire on me
Feel all this pain up in my heart, so I'ma cry on the beat
Turn that ******* right into hard, we still supplying the streets
I'm with the gang, we pull up cars, you best be riding with me
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in charge, I got that fire on me
Uh, Raf Simons, high-stepping, ooh, yeah
In the prison, with them felons, ooh, yeah
*****s snitching, *****s telling, ooh, yeah
In the kitchen, uh, I know you smell it, uh, ooh, yeah
I was posted right on that block, thirty clip in that Glock
It's so many *****s I shot, no, I don't **** around with no opps
All we ever did was rob, we ain't never have no job
We was ducking from them cops, crack rock all in my sock
Feel all this pain up in my heart, so I'ma cry on the beat
Turn that ******* right into hard, we still supplying the streets
I'm with the gang, we pull up cars, you best be riding with me
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in charge, I got that fire on me
Feel all this pain up in my heart, so I'ma cry on the beat
Turn that ******* right into hard, we still supplying the streets
I'm with the gang, we pull up cars, you best be riding with me
Ain't nothing changed, I'm still in charge, I got that fire on me
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