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Giggs – Do or Die Lyrics




[Intro: Dubz]
Yeah, these niggas ain’t on this ting
Nah, not at all
Dubz, Giggs
Not on dis ting, nah they’re not on dis ting
Spare No 1, C.R.E.A.M
Doing this ting, on dis ting fully

[Verse 1: Dubz]
Who am I blood?
Mixed race, screwface, two face
Squeeze baller guys like toothpaste
Do or die blood!
That’s the motto the real niggas’ll feel me
The fake niggas’ll not show, love
‘Cause they know that we’re gangster
And if they know the mash ain’t here
Then they know that the shanks are
Step close then I poke up your man, cha
Getting dough is the focus of my gang, brah
That’s we roll on ’em, hold ’em in the van
And let this likkle nigga know that we’re going to the bank
Let him hear the sound from the Heckler & Kosch
It’s going down when we pepper your spot
It’s going down, but I ain’t Yung Joc
Walk it out, don’t talk it out, let that gun pop
Pop, let that gun pop
But only if it’s necessary, get them funds dog

[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Rolling a spliff
Yeah the food for my brain, ’cause I’m ’bout to zone out in a bit
With Boomblast controlling the hit
Niggas know what it is
And niggas know how we roll in this bitch
Shotting the press
If I got a strally in the car, better know I ain’t stopping for feds
What the fuck got up in your head?
‘Cause if I’m popping the lead
Shit’ll get worse than a hospital bed
Fuck the rest of them, I roll with the best of men
Me and the 9mm are best of friends
You keep talking ’bout your young guns
Fam I’ve got Young Guns too, like Emilio Estevez
And I ain’t going back, nah fuck a prison
I don’t rave without my strap, I ain’t fucking slipping
Last nigga fucked around with Hollowman got something in him
Thought he was a G, got capped, now he fucking isn’t
Load the shit up then I rinse it all
Plus I’ve got my gloves on, so there ain’t no prints at all
Yeah the reason might be petty, but niggas know this
I rinsed that motherfucker ’cause of principal
Talk from the heart, and I don’t need to talk when I bark
That ain’t even in my thoughts when I spark
And I ain’t even trying anymore
So my next mixtape, I’m calling ‘Walk In Da Park’
Motherfuckers know I get my mash on
Masked up, black bandana any fucking hat on
Ain’t no time for talking, turn the Mac on
The way blood’s gonna run
You can say it’s time to turn the tap on
You can say my violent side is back on
Tell them motherfuckers that the genocide is back on
Gather up my soldiers and my straps
And tell them fucking riders that it’s time for us to crack on

[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting




Soulja Boy Feat. Chief Keef – I’m Up Now Lyrics

September 30, 2016

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(Intro – Chief Keef)
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja
Yeah, Sosa, Soulja

(Chorus – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
I’m up now
Riding round with the choppers right now

(Verse 1 – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, I’m up now
Lean got me stuck now, stuck now
Pulling up like what now? What now?
Two hands up, touchdown, touchdown
Baby drop that ass down
I’m counting this cash now
Floating on a pound of loud
Speaker beating so loud
Turnt up, can’t turn me down
Piped up in the city, send a hundred rounds
In that Forgiato and I’m skrting through the town
Chopper bang like a gang sign
Lotta money coming and you know I’m getting it all the time
Badass bi**h with some thick thighs
Yellow bone bi**h with some red eyes
Hit it from the back
All I see is matte black paint on my llac
Smoking on dope, man and I’m serving packs
Posted in the trap with that 100 round strap

(Chorus – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
I’m up now
Riding round with the choppers right now
I’m up now, I’m up now
Riding with the chopper and the Draco right now
Riding with the .345 right now

(Verse 2 – Chief Keef)
I’m riding with this big ass Draco right now
Know Young Jeezy bi**h bite down
I got a logo made and got it iced out
I got that bi**h wet, bring the rice out
I’m sipping, cannabis, pouring up some mix
Bi**h I’m in this foreign going special ed
You can catch these shells, while I catch the bread
I got these 762s put em in your head
I got a Fendi bag full of cash
I got a closet, that’s full of swag
Hit the bank now
With the re-up deal, smoking weed your honor
Bang bang, bang bang
What you smoking on? You ain’t smoking loud ni**a
Got a fat chopper, shoot it at the crowd ni**a
Enough weed on me to pass around ni**a
Yeah I’m a Yung Joc cause it’s going down ni**a
Cops pull me over, I was full of smoke, woah
Ask me if I’m drunk and I said, oh no
I’m from the streets I don’t rock with popos
I got my own going if you want smoke

(Chorus – Soulja Boy)
I’m up now, up now, up now, up now
I’m up now
Riding round with the choppers right now
I’m up now, I’m up now
Riding with the chopper and the Draco right now
Riding with the .345 right now