Freddie Gibbs Came Up 가사검색 :: 가사집

Came Up `Freddie Gibbs`

my lane Nigga, this trap shit get you stuck in a grave or locked in a cage, mane Yeah, I put my ski mask on and fucking came up, came up Staying on this thug shit, bitch, I fuck the game up, game up And

Str8 Killa No Filla `Freddie Gibbs`

[Verse 1 - Freddie Gibbs:] Five shots to the face, that'll do the trick But I'll [?] before I do you, bitch [?]

F.A.M.E. `Freddie Gibbs`

be rich but you ain't rich forever And he can go hard, but I'ma go the hardest Thugging from the start, don't get a nigga started Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving You know we with the

National Anthem (F*ck The World) `Freddie Gibbs`

often blinded by my hunger Some say I dream too big And my dream gon' take me under Beneath the streets of Gary Would I make it out, I wonder Could my obituary be the next they read amongst the Niggas I came

Freddie Soprano `Freddie Gibbs`

that I got from rap Man I raised my 'Lac and copped a kilo Since then I ain't been back, straight transactions with my niggas Few times your boy fell off But I jumped right back on with the quickness Freddie

The Real G Money `Freddie Gibbs`

pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters In the eighth grade I was selling eight balls off that pager, put it on my nation I'm done living out my shoebox Crack rock cooking on two pots Came

Personal OG `Freddie Gibbs`

Smokin' fire, pourin' up Hennesey and Red Bull in my cup OG Kush wrapped up in the wood And I still smoke good in a '83 Cut Still smoke kill in an old Deville I keep the leather on my back, wood on the

9mm `Freddie Gibbs`

murder for this dope and cocaine If I'm out here doing bad, I'm knocking down your door, mane Shit, our scene might leave you terrified That's why my 9 millimeter stay by my bedside Got partners locked up

D.O.A. `Freddie Gibbs`

niggas make the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers Them boys is stinking East side GI, we don't serve no strangers My bitch is stinking My junkies say they need that wake up

Eastside Moonwalker `Freddie Gibbs`

slow I'ma pull up slow Candy paint dripping from my Cadillac door I'ma pull up slow, I'ma pull up slow Run up with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'ma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Run up with

Live By The Game `Freddie Gibbs`

Came up on this ghetto street, no choice but to carry heat Ain't nothing staring me, apparently, till they bury me I'm serving, working, Chevy hugging this curb and Got to watch out for them jackers cause

The Color Purple `Freddie Gibbs`

I can't fold it, yea And yo, I hope you know that I'm thuggin' Hope you know that I'm rollin' dope Styrofoams stay muddy, pourin' up 'til I overdose Only smokin' on Woods We don't fuck with them Swisher

Dope In My Styrofoam `Freddie Gibbs`

bitch don't get too comfortable Bitch, don't get too comfortable Never let a bitch get too comfortable Bitch don't get too comfortable It's mister ho breaker, dope slanger, dope drinker Straight hopped up

Rock Bottom `Freddie Gibbs`

Damn, it can't get no worse then this cause I done hit rock bottom I'm a get up on a muthafuckin sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems I'm goin in circles man, goin in circles man Sometimes

Lose Control `Freddie Gibbs`

baby What you think about letting go, letting go Girl, lose control What you think about letting go, letting go Girl, lose control Uh, tell me what you know about it Fell asleep in the projects and woke up

Paper `Freddie Gibbs`

Straight thug, nigga, most of my life spent Was on that black top working that white, bitch Shit, it was just 500 for the zip then Got a plug and my homeboy chipped in I was gunning, seventeen when I bagged up

Have U Seen Her `Freddie Gibbs`

by the fiends and the smokers Dope house full of cluckers and the feds trying to scope us Still got to get that guap, man fuck the cops, I got that blow Drank by the pint, what you sipping, nigga pour up

One Eighty Seven `Freddie Gibbs`

it's Monique Who had the best, yo, I can't tell, both them hoes was some freaks That bitch one eighty seven, that shit one eighty seven Put me to sleep, got that killer pussy, go call the reverend Push up

Oil Money `Freddie Gibbs`

Where do we have to go I don't know, let me know where we end up Cause I'm not about to sit and watch it get us Just picture the stickers is on it And its flashy, flauntin', funny but them people only

Ten Packs of Backwoods `Freddie Gibbs`

Bitch i stay funeral fresh, Fendi and Gucci to death Get all my bottom bitches, I ain't have shit to do with the rest My bitches down to take twigs, my bitches down to hit dicks, my bitches roll the wood up

Hundred Thousand `Freddie Gibbs`

wanna suck my blood and rip my flesh from me Youngsters trying to air me out and leave my body cold Sell my dope on Sunday, can't do church, have mercy on my soul Have caine, Carolina park king And I came

The Coldest `Freddie Gibbs`

Bitch I'm ten toes in it Not a fake a facade or a cloned image Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets with my own spinach Tryin' to get straight up off this shit so that I can go on livin' No song

Rep 2 Tha Fullest `Freddie Gibbs`

Never ever been on my level Fuck with Fred you face to face with the devil Raise hell to raise my funds up Bitch I was raised in the ghetto Pedal to the medal, foot to the floor Three hundred fifty horses

I Seen A Man Die `Freddie Gibbs`

die Over a Georgetown Starter jacket and some new Jordan 5s Blessed in this shit, blessed in this shit, question is, will I survive Laid out with a hot gun smoking, on his own blood choking, Gangsta Gibbs

Certified Live `Freddie Gibbs`

I just poured up like four zips One double O like four grips, gangster and you know this Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace, stabbing your bitch Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police

Lay It Down `Freddie Gibbs`

ho You niggas ain't 'bout it Nothing but a dollar on my line, ho If a nigga wasn't rapping Nigga be trapping out of a 'bando If you niggas want static Fully automatic, yeah that's Bando Still whipping up

Criminal (Feat. Freddie Gibbs) `ZZ Ward`

You broke right in yeah you stole you took With dirty fingerprints you nogood crook You shatter my heart like a Tiffany glass I knew from the start he was a thief in a mask And now I'm alone cleaning up

TRUTH OR DARE `CHIKA, Freddie Gibbs`

Forreal, I’m just wasting my time (Freddie Gibbs verse coming) [Hook]

Liquor Store In The Sky (Feat. Freddie Gibbs) `BJ The Chicago Kid`

We was raised blocks from each other We grew up like brothers (We) That was my dawg, swear to God, I would've gave him what I had, yeah Disagreements we had, sometimes we fought when we got mad That's

Woman Across The River `Freddie King`

Across the river a good woman cried All because a foolish man had lied She gave up all she had to show how much she cared But the man told so many lies, now another man is over there That woman across