Juicy J Ain't Allowed Where I'm From текст песни, слова песни Ain't Allowed Where I'm From Juicy J & Project Pat and Driicky Graham
Juicy J - Ain't Allowed Where I'm From
feat. Project Pat and Driicky Graham
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'm a cut some fingers, I'm a clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from [x2]
Nigga stuck off in the fare, fucking with them bricks
His partners put them laws on him, over a bitch
These pussy nigga scared, don't wanna take they charge
They swear they hard but they [?] in cotton balls
Real niggas go to jail and don't tell them nothing, true
Do that time, come back home then get back to hustling
We got everything for sale, but the kitchen sink
Keep my eyes on you snakes, I don't even blink
Boy you scared, you gonna tell them white folks everything, yes sir
To cut your time, you gonna give up errybody name
Snitching nigga you ain't straight, them folks gonna find you dead
Cut your tongue, gut your mouth then put one in your head
These niggas dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'm a cut some fingers, I'm a clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from [x2]
The bigger the gun, the bigger the skull
The bigger the hole for [?] to put
Hole in your head, I put you to sleep
Body not found, mama gon' weep
Drop in the [?] then run in your mouth
Nowhere to run then in the south
[?] goons and [?]
I [?] your wheel
[?] blowing on kush and sipping on hen
Forgive me father for your sin
[?].convicted felon back in the pen
[?] he looking for bread, he know that's a loss
[?] behind them bars, now you gon' squeal [?]
These niggas dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'm a cut some fingers, I'm a clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from [x2]
Prime time snitching lies, got line twisting guys
Take the clic to make them flip, no blind side or district 9
Trying to dodge prison time, all y'all proficient by snooping eyes, BOW! BOW! BOW! If you mention mines
One, put you in a scope,
Two, clack then the smoke,
Three, scoop you up and put your body in a envelope,
Four, send your folks just head, chest, guts, now your leaking body stinking up the FedEx truck,
And that Fed pressure makes the snitches wanna roast you,
They start dropping dimes like their coins missed the toll booth
God as my witness man I swear to tell the whole truth,
Where I'm from we gets it done and act like we don't know you
These niggas dropping dimes, they some real snitches
The only dimes that I ever dropped was some bitches
I'm a cut some fingers, I'm a clip some tongues, cause
All that pouring and that talking ain't allowed where I'm from [x2]
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