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• Artiste: Scorey
• Titre: No Names
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Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim Tell me who you rockin' with so we can hit they block and spin it Hang with the opposites, then he gon' hear that choppa' spittin' Crash 'bout that guap, I'm with it Splash at his top and split it Max love to hop out, hittin' Masked up with all my villains Nobody loved me back when I ain't have a bowl to piss in Couldn't get none, right before I got up on this road to riches Stuck by my lonely with this nine, don't need no codefendant Ain't no support, got all [?] Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim I been on that paper trail, never was a school guy Grindin' 'til my pockets double-stuffed just like [?] Hop out with that glizzy, [?] I've been screamin, [?] but still rock with my coolest guys We could get it, do or die, your's or mine, set it up We got all the switches and them forty-fives, hella guns I won't drop a diss, I tell them shooters slide, wet 'em up My Brodie got hits, you know them savages ain't lettin' up Uh, like fuck 12, I ain't givin' no names He in that cell, fuckin' with the dope games Choppa' Adele, love the way that pole sing They gave him shells, he got hit from close range Heavy clientele, love it when that phone ring Fuck what he yell, he ain't put in no pain All by myself, hop out when the door swing Bro give him hell, he just like to torch aim