🇺🇸 BLVCK CEILING

Из альбома The Lost IIII (2015/401).

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Освободись
Освободи себя

Освободи себя от холода в сердце
Разбуди в душе ураган страстей
Если тебе некуда деться
Вина красного в стакан налей

Смотрю в твои глаза
И вижу в них пустоту
Холодная как снег слеза
Стекает по твоему рту
Мне нечего тебе сказать
Потому что ты меня не слышишь
Сегодня все повторится опять
Но на сердце станет тише

But then what with the Waka Flocka Flame?

Hard in the Paint rmx

 [chorus]

I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga
Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga?
I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say
Front yard, broad day with the SK
See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga
I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga
Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga

 [verse 1]

Got a main bitch (and?) got a mistress (what else?)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my dick hard and keep me smoking
You'll get bills free, Shawty, no joking (real talk)
And what I stand for? (Flocka), Brick Squad (Brick Squad)
I'ma die for this Shawty, man, I swear to God
In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas
Where you at? Where you trap? You ain't hood, nigga (bow)
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood (Flocka)
Crips fucking with me, G's and the Vice Lords (brrrrrrr)
Ese and amigos freestyle off the dome
Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is fucking home (Flocka)

 [verse 2]

What's up, pussy nigga? (what's up?)
What's up, punk nigga? (what's up?)
They got on that nigga
Make your mama's mama miss you
Hope you got your killers with you
Hope you got your niggas with you
Hope your goons riding with you
They gon' fucking miss you, nigga
Nigga with a attitude like Eaze and Cube
When my little brother died, I said fuck school
I picked the burner up, then I grabbed some marijuana
Two years later, screaming, "Now I'm here, your honor"
Glock 9, the SK, if you want the beef
Shawty, point blank range, I'll put your ass to sleep
Shawty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say
Broad day in the air like this shit legal (Flocka)

 [break]

Flocka, Waka
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Flocka, Flocka, Flocka (Waka)
Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka)
Waka Flocka, Flocka (Waka)
Waka Flocka Flame, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad
Yuh

Trap Magic (2015/400).

Pillz

Is you rollin?
Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be

East Atlanta slum man is where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy 'til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinkin' this Buffie The Body
Ain't your name 'lil Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin'
On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle
The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple
Gucci is your time give me five more minutes
And a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin'
Went to the strip club and request that I'm da man
The next thing you know I was throwin' rubberbands

Is you rollin?

Shawty tellin' me she ain't neva suck no dick
Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch
You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now
But I wish I had a lie detector test right now
You say you marry well bitch you might be
But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he so extreme
Wearin' doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats
We've been rollin' rollin' rollin' we ain't slept in weeks

Is you rollin?

Gucci Mane the fly nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40
I'll pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans
Take two of these pillz call me in the morning
Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal

Is you rollin?

Ay wassup Gucci Mane
Why you sweatin' so hard? Is you rollin' or somethin'
Shit well baby I might be
But got damn what is you doin'
You jockin' a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right
Look I ain't K-Reilly
K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum
What I'm doin is not your business
But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin?
Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do aight
I'm a give you this hundred dollars
Go get you what ever you drankin'
Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices
Five crunk juices and we'll be straight how bout that
And is you straight is you single or is you marry
Cause I might be, I might be, I might be, I might be