Throw Away Gats Lyrics
| Song | Throw Away Gats |
| Artist | South Park Mexican |
| Album | Time Is Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Low G., SPM | |
| Personly, | |
| I feel my people is cursed to be | |
| Ridas till eternity | |
| My enemies tryna murder | |
| Hot as an enfernity | |
| But I clocked my doe verbaly | |
| Curently I push a benz out of | |
| Germany Tryna stay alive till | |
| I'm old and in the nerssary | |
| My dead homies wife said today's they anniverssary | |
| His blood on the seat done dried and turned burgandy | |
| Dead on arrival there was no need for surjary | |
| Purposly left to die in his | |
| Mercury But he was the smart nigga on his way to university | |
| It's hurting me, that he's lying in the earth beneath | |
| It's fucked how we dying over turfs of streets | |
| I heard this beat so | |
| I had to be first to speak | |
| Helping my raza seems to be what works for me | |
| Certainly | |
| I got killas doing dirt for free | |
| Burst the heat cuase | |
| I never learned to turn my cheeks [Chorus] | |
| To the gunshow today | |
| And bought a throw away | |
| It's time to go to war is what the homies say | |
| A different beat, a different rap | |
| A different fool, a different gat | |
| Sorry but we're never gonna go away [Repeat 2x] [South Park Mexican] | |
| Fast life | |
| My mom say's | |
| I'm a sad sight | |
| Wake up and finish the beer | |
| I had last night | |
| Glass pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer | |
| Doctor feel good | |
| I graduated from | |
| Baylor With | |
| Taylor made suits, real loose, a gym with masus | |
| My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes | |
| We shoot you first, | |
| I can see that my future's cursed | |
| At the club with the gat inside my ruka's purse | |
| To the hearst or to the nurse | |
| You bicthes getting to my nerves | |
| Mad cause my song came on and your girlfriend knew the words | |
| You stupid nerds | |
| We pushing birds | |
| Aztecs run this universe | |
| My people living blind cuase every time they look it hurts | |
| Now push reverse, way before the two benzes | |
| Way before my bicth was wearing 8,000 dollar dresses | |
| I was broke but happy | |
| And now I'm rich and angry | |
| Cuase you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't stand me [Chorus Repeat 2x] [Low G] | |
| En el segundo | |
| Won't you come and step to my mundo | |
| Soy prisionero | |
| Este jale por si me muero | |
| Es mi destino | |
| Leaving muertos en el camino | |
| Soy assesino | |
| Mi primo es el materino | |
| Desiadado, wacth your back porque soy mojado | |
| Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del centro | |
| Atracando con mi matraca | |
| Lone Star | |
| State thats my motherfucking placa | |
| You heard about me ese vato si te mata | |
| Como El Zapata a mi jente le doy la plata | |
| Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se escapan | |
| Con El Chedar nunca jueges con mi dinero | |
| Saco primero soy mas weno que un marinero | |
| I se me muero mama entiera me en el ghetto [South Park Mexican] | |
| Dope House impire strikes again | |
| You jealous bicthes say hello to my little friend [Gun shots from Low G's AR15] [Chorus Repeat 2x] |
| zuo ci : Low G., SPM | |
| Personly, | |
| I feel my people is cursed to be | |
| Ridas till eternity | |
| My enemies tryna murder | |
| Hot as an enfernity | |
| But I clocked my doe verbaly | |
| Curently I push a benz out of | |
| Germany Tryna stay alive till | |
| I' m old and in the nerssary | |
| My dead homies wife said today' s they anniverssary | |
| His blood on the seat done dried and turned burgandy | |
| Dead on arrival there was no need for surjary | |
| Purposly left to die in his | |
| Mercury But he was the smart nigga on his way to university | |
| It' s hurting me, that he' s lying in the earth beneath | |
| It' s fucked how we dying over turfs of streets | |
| I heard this beat so | |
| I had to be first to speak | |
| Helping my raza seems to be what works for me | |
| Certainly | |
| I got killas doing dirt for free | |
| Burst the heat cuase | |
| I never learned to turn my cheeks Chorus | |
| To the gunshow today | |
| And bought a throw away | |
| It' s time to go to war is what the homies say | |
| A different beat, a different rap | |
| A different fool, a different gat | |
| Sorry but we' re never gonna go away Repeat 2x South Park Mexican | |
| Fast life | |
| My mom say' s | |
| I' m a sad sight | |
| Wake up and finish the beer | |
| I had last night | |
| Glass pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer | |
| Doctor feel good | |
| I graduated from | |
| Baylor With | |
| Taylor made suits, real loose, a gym with masus | |
| My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes | |
| We shoot you first, | |
| I can see that my future' s cursed | |
| At the club with the gat inside my ruka' s purse | |
| To the hearst or to the nurse | |
| You bicthes getting to my nerves | |
| Mad cause my song came on and your girlfriend knew the words | |
| You stupid nerds | |
| We pushing birds | |
| Aztecs run this universe | |
| My people living blind cuase every time they look it hurts | |
| Now push reverse, way before the two benzes | |
| Way before my bicth was wearing 8, 000 dollar dresses | |
| I was broke but happy | |
| And now I' m rich and angry | |
| Cuase you haters ain' t got the nuts to say that you can' t stand me Chorus Repeat 2x Low G | |
| En el segundo | |
| Won' t you come and step to my mundo | |
| Soy prisionero | |
| Este jale por si me muero | |
| Es mi destino | |
| Leaving muertos en el camino | |
| Soy assesino | |
| Mi primo es el materino | |
| Desiadado, wacth your back porque soy mojado | |
| Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del centro | |
| Atracando con mi matraca | |
| Lone Star | |
| State thats my motherfucking placa | |
| You heard about me ese vato si te mata | |
| Como El Zapata a mi jente le doy la plata | |
| Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se escapan | |
| Con El Chedar nunca jueges con mi dinero | |
| Saco primero soy mas weno que un marinero | |
| I se me muero mama entiera me en el ghetto South Park Mexican | |
| Dope House impire strikes again | |
| You jealous bicthes say hello to my little friend Gun shots from Low G' s AR15 Chorus Repeat 2x |
| zuò cí : Low G., SPM | |
| Personly, | |
| I feel my people is cursed to be | |
| Ridas till eternity | |
| My enemies tryna murder | |
| Hot as an enfernity | |
| But I clocked my doe verbaly | |
| Curently I push a benz out of | |
| Germany Tryna stay alive till | |
| I' m old and in the nerssary | |
| My dead homies wife said today' s they anniverssary | |
| His blood on the seat done dried and turned burgandy | |
| Dead on arrival there was no need for surjary | |
| Purposly left to die in his | |
| Mercury But he was the smart nigga on his way to university | |
| It' s hurting me, that he' s lying in the earth beneath | |
| It' s fucked how we dying over turfs of streets | |
| I heard this beat so | |
| I had to be first to speak | |
| Helping my raza seems to be what works for me | |
| Certainly | |
| I got killas doing dirt for free | |
| Burst the heat cuase | |
| I never learned to turn my cheeks Chorus | |
| To the gunshow today | |
| And bought a throw away | |
| It' s time to go to war is what the homies say | |
| A different beat, a different rap | |
| A different fool, a different gat | |
| Sorry but we' re never gonna go away Repeat 2x South Park Mexican | |
| Fast life | |
| My mom say' s | |
| I' m a sad sight | |
| Wake up and finish the beer | |
| I had last night | |
| Glass pipes, soround my two bedroom trailer | |
| Doctor feel good | |
| I graduated from | |
| Baylor With | |
| Taylor made suits, real loose, a gym with masus | |
| My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their flutes | |
| We shoot you first, | |
| I can see that my future' s cursed | |
| At the club with the gat inside my ruka' s purse | |
| To the hearst or to the nurse | |
| You bicthes getting to my nerves | |
| Mad cause my song came on and your girlfriend knew the words | |
| You stupid nerds | |
| We pushing birds | |
| Aztecs run this universe | |
| My people living blind cuase every time they look it hurts | |
| Now push reverse, way before the two benzes | |
| Way before my bicth was wearing 8, 000 dollar dresses | |
| I was broke but happy | |
| And now I' m rich and angry | |
| Cuase you haters ain' t got the nuts to say that you can' t stand me Chorus Repeat 2x Low G | |
| En el segundo | |
| Won' t you come and step to my mundo | |
| Soy prisionero | |
| Este jale por si me muero | |
| Es mi destino | |
| Leaving muertos en el camino | |
| Soy assesino | |
| Mi primo es el materino | |
| Desiadado, wacth your back porque soy mojado | |
| Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del centro | |
| Atracando con mi matraca | |
| Lone Star | |
| State thats my motherfucking placa | |
| You heard about me ese vato si te mata | |
| Como El Zapata a mi jente le doy la plata | |
| Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se escapan | |
| Con El Chedar nunca jueges con mi dinero | |
| Saco primero soy mas weno que un marinero | |
| I se me muero mama entiera me en el ghetto South Park Mexican | |
| Dope House impire strikes again | |
| You jealous bicthes say hello to my little friend Gun shots from Low G' s AR15 Chorus Repeat 2x |
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