G Herbo - Death Row Lyrics
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Death Row
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What Are The Lyrics For Death Row By G Herbo?
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(DY Krazy) (?) (?) (?) I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock though When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know Seventeen, I bought a nine, had to let it blow Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule Herbo really quiet, I get loud 'bout my cheddar though Really was outside, on the nine with Berettas, oh No bap, I ain't lying, I got five on my schedule So if I text outside, come outside How I tell her, I ain't regular I knew she was a vibe when I met her I rock thousand dollar sweaters Bitches love me like Coachella Told her, "Gimme some" I respect you, don't address me like I'm anyone Bitch is messy thick, that she got her titties done Oh, she a dime in her city, huh She like lemon-lime with her Henny, huh You ain't choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of 'em Run away girl, I could line up with twenty of 'em But that hoe so fine, it don't mean me none Broski tried to smash, she ain't give him none Still got a slide in my ride with a fifty drum City dumb, I can't have no fun, I got fifty guns, nigga I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock though When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know Seventeen, I bought a nine, had to let it blow Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule All that dumb shit I did, really was it worth it though? Don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect though I wasn't thinkin' 'bout the consequences, it was working though I jumped headfirst in the trap, but I had that bitch twerkin' though Ayy, who you workin' for? Tell me what you lurkin' for (yeah) He just gettin' money, what you gotta merk him for? (F*ck nigga) Seeing niggas fakin', that shit erkin' though (that shit erkin') But I'ma pull up on him when it's perfect though I could tell you what I'm worth, or you could search it though Hands greasy, 'bout that chicken, like I'm Church's though City bad, but my block was like the worstest though I couldn't lack, I took my Glock inside the church before Summer time, like the hood having curses I ain't never lied in my verses I ain't never lied when I'm merchin' it Couple opps ain't survive out them surgeries I was on death row I ain't never met Snoop, I ain't never met Suge Nigga livin' like a thug, like I'm 'Pac though I knew I could hit my cuz for that Glock though When the times got hard, I was sellin' coke Wanted mama on my side, had to let her know Seventeen, I bought a nine, had to let it blow Now a nigga on the grind, I got five on my schedule |
Who Wrote Death Row By G Herbo?
Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Herbert Wright
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What's The Duration Of The Death Row By G Herbo?The duration of Death Row is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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