Giggs - Untitled 15 lyrics
[Giggs - Untitled 15 lyrics]
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Spread the word like preachers (Uh)
I'm stuck in more work than teachers
Chicks dig my facial features
Some of them are gold
Digging blood sucking leeches (yeah)
You better believe this
How can blind man see and
He ain't even Jesus? Spit that crap
A big boys in the game, you're still a fetus
(O oh)
You act hard but you're sweet as peaches
Talking that gangster shit, I don't need this
(I don't need this)
I hit 'em with shells (Shells)
And I ain't talking 'bout the
Ones you see on beaches
Like the one that's gonna pick up the pieces
That ain't my problem, let them clean it
(Fuck) and I'm leaving the scene
Running faster than athletes when
They're doing 100 metres (Jheez)
That's how I get down, believe me
(Believe me) low down dirty
I packed my heat 'cause she's on fuck police
I move too neatly
Move stealth like Metal Gear Solid (Uh)
Keep the tech nines and the Glocks
(And what?)
Keep your food where she clips at my pocket
I ain't got nicked 'cause
Informants saw my sniff
Next thing I know I'm in court
I went guilty, I didn't expect to walk
"I don't wanna go", nah none of that talk
I took my bird with a sprinkle of salt
(Jheez) just give me a couple magazines
Some writing paper and a few CD's
My TV guide to see what's on TV
My canteen asleep and that's greaze
Spread the word like preachers (Uh)
I'm stuck in more work than teachers
Chicks dig my facial features
Some of them are gold
Digging blood sucking leeches (yeah)
You better believe this
How can blind man see and
He ain't even Jesus? Spit that crap
A big boys in the game, you're still a fetus
(O oh)
You act hard but you're sweet as peaches
Talking that gangster shit, I don't need this
(I don't need this)
I hit 'em with shells (Shells)
And I ain't talking 'bout the
Ones you see on beaches
Like the one that's gonna pick up the pieces
That ain't my problem, let them clean it
(Fuck) and I'm leaving the scene
Running faster than athletes when
They're doing 100 metres (Jheez)
That's how I get down, believe me
(Believe me) low down dirty
I packed my heat 'cause she's on fuck police
I move too neatly
Move stealth like Metal Gear Solid (Uh)
Keep the tech nines and the Glocks
(And what?)
Keep your food where she clips at my pocket
I ain't got nicked 'cause
Informants saw my sniff
Next thing I know I'm in court
I went guilty, I didn't expect to walk
"I don't wanna go", nah none of that talk
I took my bird with a sprinkle of salt
(Jheez) just give me a couple magazines
Some writing paper and a few CD's
My TV guide to see what's on TV
My canteen asleep and that's greaze