Létrehozás dátuma: 2024. 09. 16.
Leírás: Perco - Street Cred (Official Music Video) Stream - https://organicmm.lnk.to/StreetCred Lyrics GIMMIE STREET CRED GIMMIE STREET AT I GREW UP INNA TRENCHES AT WHERE DA FEINS AT NIGGAS WALK YOU DOWN ITS real deamons Trynna slide My brudda quiet Around People I Seen da reapers In his eyes Dese NÎGGAS FAKIN like dey LIVIN And dey FLEXIN what ain’t DERES I know yammers Dat go fishing On City scooters Dey millionaires I need dat smith and Wesson Cuz I like how da 9’s shoot He was reppin Nip color Came out Banging pyru We jus came up ONNA Jug Brody I need mines too Brody Had got hit Wit dat k2 It got his mind loose Everybody Gone say they a killer Til that led hit Brody keep on Catching Req Da opps Done caught A death wish Brody ass informant he Don’t put you on that fed list Brought my first iPhone We was juggn off a craiglist Like really Really Most turnted Out my city We gone stain EM If he moving Different I feel like I’m sosa In 2012 I’m true to my religion Auntie Cuttin Chicken We gone blitz EM Send em toda Lord My uncle Had me working At a MOURGE Seen bodies onna floor Always been Da money type Always Been da hungry How you hating Onna nother Nigga Cuz yo money tight I’m really da lamb Even Doe I brought Da phantom out My diamonds On me dancing Now I cant trust a bitch With Instagram She using Vanish now He had his trap jumping He got hot Da Feds ran em out My grandma Died from cancer how Yea Got saloni onna Phone He said Put money on it Fuck dem niggas Eat a dic I don’t feel sorry for em Uris truck Today Tomorrow I go rarri On em I Cant See a bitch Like rey I don’t went carti On em Im from da roc If yo bitch on east ave Den you in trouble I’m wit da lambs We had Came up we grinded From da muscle You ain’t in the trenches with me you can’t Stand the rain If you ain’t never lose a homie you can’t feel Ma pain GIMMIE STREET CRED GIMMIE STREET AT I GREW UP INNA TRENCHES AT WHERE DA FEINS AT NIGGAS WALK YOU DOWN ITS real deamons Trynna slide My brudda quiet Around People I Seen da reapers In his eyes Dese NÎGGAS FAKIN like dey LIVIN And dey FLEXIN what ain’t DERES I know yammers Dat go fishing On City scooters Dey millionaires I need dat smith and Wesson Cuz I like how da 9’s shoot He was reppin Nip color Came out Banging pyru
