On Citas - Mistah F.A.B., Iamsu!, Keak Da Sneak

On Citas - Mistah F.A.B., Iamsu!, Keak Da Sneak

Альбом
Hella Ratchet
Год
2013
Язык
`English`
Длительность
201880

Below is the lyrics of the song On Citas , artist - Mistah F.A.B., Iamsu!, Keak Da Sneak with translation

Lyrics " On Citas "

Original text with translation

On Citas

Mistah F.A.B., Iamsu!, Keak Da Sneak

On mamas

On citas, on mamas

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

Your life pass through yo ass if I touch the grass

2−11, progress, no ski mask

Assholes and elbows, lie down to kiss Satan

That’s the weakness nigga hatin, I’m out here motivatin

On bitches, citas — that’s my word

So I jumped up off the porch, back right up the curb

But then on some herb, getting ready for the twist back

4−5 grams in the time just to twist that

Nigga talkin but they don’t want that

On citas, finna top that right back

Droppin back in pocket, bout to hit some

And no frontin, let me tell ya, bullshit’s nothing

Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room

My movement 10 militants, straight goons

Head blind, I’m putting hoes in the wall room

My movement 10 militants, straight goons

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

Hella proper, hella chopper

I saw the fly, tell the doctor

I’m the man, that’s how I ride around like

I’m the whole thing, you a sound byte

Got yo city on, whole bay too

Hella bad ones fallin out of age too

Get money and I hate you

Turn around, say they made you

Well hate this then

With some young niggas ballin like pistence

Get lovin, ain’t no way a nigga can’t go

10 racks they show em, getting pesos

Like wooh, what’s cookin?

Paid 200 for the mucus

Here beat, take a dookie

In the all-black whip lookin spooky

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

They don’t want problems, they don’t want problems

Actin like gangstas but they don’t want drama

Boy they be quiet when they put that lama

Put that on my citas and my grandmamma

Return of the skizzo, maniac flips

Oh that boy go yea yea

He party like a disco and disco

Go ahead, been waitin for that boy fatty just t bring it home

Some niggas was tryna turn it but they was doin it wrong

I was out for a minute but I’m right back on

Yup right back on, on in the middle of it

And I don’t give a finger in the middle of it

Nigga yelling fuck em, fuck em

They was hatin on me

But shout out to the real niggas waitin on me

Don’t gotta bring it back cause it ain’t never left

That’s Suzzie on the track, nigga rare yea

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

On citas, on mamas

Niggas talk but they don’t want problems

Take it down, take it down

Or bring it back up

Planned twist

Hipster girls get vanquished

Eatin rappers, treatin labels like banquettes

Ready to dominate, homie I’m anxious

Bring it back on the earth with me

Recognizing your certainty

Of a career in music but I still handle it perfectly

Reflectin the greats, deflectin the hate

Acceptin the challenge, I spit in their face

I reeled away, dimensions that I was cold

I say good, respect me like the truth

Smoking fruit, you know we close the boot

Keep the money on lock,

They are both, they come through with me

I’m on that with yo mind

Never try to be cool with me

Too busy writin rhymes, Gavin Springs I’m producing beats

I’m makin this money, don’t try to take it from me

All this hell on earth, know exactly what I’m worth

She go real with my homies and turned em under the dirt

Stay for hoes in my business, I do that there for the church

Lookin for the real, you couldn’t just search

Cause me and my gang finna bring it right down to earth

All the niggas are hothead in the kick

Niggas talk to you in they spirit, top rhyming and shit

I set a goal in my aye teen years, accomplishing it

I’m tired of hearin bout my niggas dyin and shit

I’m tryna get rich, I needed like pajamas and deck

It’s serious shit, this asshole’s serious shit

We say the heart of the crime the more time that you get

But I just see my city hurtin, close my eyes and just spit

Get a new form like the whole verse on the plain flight

Chain bright, want it, but I could get it the same night

Game tight, I ain’t doing your work

Guess it’s about time I showed these niggas a lil hard work

You see I like that havin cake and I eat it too

Electric field, can I get a little Pikatchu?

A bit poppy, seed of a monster

Mantra hesitate, I love you like tantra

Pop some things then I blow until yo eyes closed

And my eyes low, smoking on God-knows

What did you say my nigga?

No one at your souvenir

And I’m dealin it, promise that I’m real in it

Your boy is in the building like a blueprint

HBK, we open windows til the roof bang

Tryna dodge loose at fur in a coupe that purps

Bubble up in a swinger that’s there in my cup

Sick of these hatin niggas stealin my flows

Either you with me or against me and I’m killin my foes

I’m still in my clothes hittin it

Look at who’s spittin

I mean the girl you kickin with is feelin my bros

I wanna sit back, kick back, maybe we could chit chat

Tryna do a homegirl, we already hit that

Like a verb off, show you what it do

I’m a do it just to show you we could it too

20 years in the booth, my homies laced up like tennis shoes

Part my ways from Toyotas to Bentley coupes

Homies say I got the juice

Confidence boost up through the roof

Tell me what’s the use

Use my juice to inspire youth

I’m fuckin with girls with insecurities

And they all the Beyonce, they loved to pair a D

And it’s kinda hard to be sucka free with double D’s

But I still love er as we feel reckless

And uh I think I’m high, I might be not

Flowo prints, Nike socks

Wavy hair, windy locks,

Chandelier, diamond glock

Take me there, sunny shaded

Get me faded like the watch

That’s probably a shame, gas on tank

Wear a gank, shot came, block this pink

Pink slash more, took a couple from yo look book

I’m a good crook, saw it and ain’t good look

Never apologize, that’s the bitch talkin in you

Me and my niggas ride on the sick instrumental

Getin chipped accidental, put curtains around the windows

When all of my niggas assemble we murder that shit

Bringin that down to earth

Take it down, take it down

Take it down

Bringin that down to earth

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