Jay Rock - Certified Live Lyrics
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Certified Live
Certified Live Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Certified Live By Jay Rock?
I just poured up like four zips
One-double-O like four grips, gangster and you know this Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace, stabbing your bitch Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police I'm big dope drinking, make sure my eighty-four stinking Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from Broadway Hard yay, got a nigga thugging out that UGK tape Niggas 'bout that shit and we hit our first lick With a little deuce deuce and a tre eight And bitch my pack just hit the mail, I'ma get that scale, I can't wait Nigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic claim they Gs but they ain't It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane Rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gang bang Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane Rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gang bang It's Rock Eighty-seven cut, dog Oh no, I ain't got Mercedes Haters out there tryna take me Pop the trunk or pop a crazy Like a barber keeping them extra clippers Drop 'bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver Mind your business we living life and just stacking riches Picture me rolling on my phone, scrolling through pussy pictures Pussy nigga, you in the way, so just step aside You can't swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride We moving with killers in broad day It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers 'Cause them bitch-ass niggas praying on us heavy like some pastors And them feds tryna have our phone tapped Like some dirty-ass water out the faucet, out the trap Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, 'bout to kill it, hide your feelings If you show your hands then we gunning and you finished Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane Rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gang bang Staying on my G and about my cheddar, mane Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, mane Rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gang bang |
Who Wrote Certified Live By Jay Rock?
Freddie Gibbs, Glenn Browder, Johnny Reed, Stepan Taft
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