Who (Letra)
Writer(s):
Who stole my heart away,
Who makes me dream all day
Dreams i know will never come true,
Seems as though i’ll ever be blue.
Who means my happiness
Who would i answer yes to,
Well you oughta guess
Who, no one but you.
- Minhas Letras
- C
- Contribuição
- Who (Letra)
Who? (Letra)
Yo yo
What up
One luv
One thug
Know what y’all mutha fuckas need?
What we need nigga?
Know what america need?
What do america need?
A outlaw as a president
Outlaw
Yeah, you might be right
What you want nigga?
That’s exactly what y’all need
You might be fuckin’ right guy
Uh
Chorus 2x: phats bossilini
What a nigga want?
Mo’ cash and mo’ bitches
What a nigga need?
No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live?
High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine
Verse 1: young noble
Hey yo
Who wanna fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who fucking with us?
Who on the block?
Who was a fiend?
Who was a cop?
Who was on my team?
Nigga, and who was not?
Who was a snitch?
Who was a bitch?
Who in the bricks?
Who the fuck ain’t feeling this?
Say what?
Who on my hills?
Who the fuck dumping the pills?
Who the fuck ain’t never been down the hill?
Who was the boss?
Who the fuck kicked it off?
Can you tell me?
Who the wrong nigga to cross?
Who was the rat?
Who had the gat?
Who had your back?
Who had the last laugh when the bastard cracked?
Who was the joke?
Who was the hope?
I wonder who croak?
Who the fuck did the shooting?
Who the fuck i smoke?
Who was the raw?
Who was the law?
Who was the dog?
Who the fuck going out win, lose, or draw?
Outlaw
Chorus: 2x
Verse 2: akwylah
Who wanna dump?
Who wanna play with the pump?
Who wanna piece of this real life?
Say what you want
Who wanna go shot for shot?
Not for not
Top for top
Slanging rock for rock
Who want it nigga?
Who want to face the truth?
Who wanna see what this big ass thing can do?
Bang to few
Who be the man of the hour?
Spit hot shit
Known to fuck bad power
What?
Who be all in your guts?
Fucking you up like pure ‘caine
Right for his cut
Who’s the one?
Too quick to use a gun
Losing none
This thug shit abuse your son
Who was the cat?
Who stay dressed in black?
Who wanna gamble with a gambler?
Tick for tack
Yeah
Who act like shit is weak?
Who wanna bang with the boss?
Then hold your heat
Chorus: 2x
Verse 3: young noble
Hey yo
I was the birth
I was the turf
I was the curse
I was the mutha fucka ready to put in work
I was the bread
I was the dead
I was the lead
I was the nigga that made you eat everything you said
You was the snake
You was the hate
You was the fake
You was the nigga trying to take food off my plate
You was the hater
You was the traitor
You was the mutha fucka that stepped off and never came back later
Verse 4: akwylah
You was my man
The intro
Get part of the plan
Splitting the grams
Breaking down pounds and grams
You was the light
I was the crack and pipe
I was the high
You was the lord my life
You was my faith
To whom i pray day to day
I was the way for you to face the pearly gates
I was the one who swore that a bitch was a bitch
A switch was a switch
And a hit was a hit
Nigga
Chorus: 2x
Who? (Letra)
Who
Oh who’s gonna love you like i do
Who
And who you gonna find to do the things that i do
Before you say goodbye
Better think about it one more time
Tell me who
Who ever held you tighter
Who
Who you gonna find that can take you any higher
Before you put me down
Better stop and look around
And tell me who
Who who who who
You just might just find a match
That can kindle your desires
But what could is just one candle
When what you need is fire
So tell me who
Who who who who
Before i let you go
One thing i’ve got to know
Tell me who
Who gonna love you like i do
Who who who
Who you’re gonna find that can do the things that i do
Who who who ..
Who? (Letra)
Bring it
Cell block, twin gats
Full clip, foe foe, lil’ shank, bullet
Jeremy, psychopathic rydas
Nipples, tom dub
All up in that bitch ass
Bubba dub, double a
Stepdirt, jump steady, billy bill, tom k
Mike e. clark, jason, dougie
Psychopathic tell me
Who got more hoes than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
Back the fuck up cause y’all ain’t got shit
Representin the street killas my whole clique
Where the bitch we run hoes for all they loot
And when my money ain’t right yo
Believe we down to shoot
Everyday what, different bitch
And at least once a month, my whole enterage switch
Hands down muthafuckas case closed
Psychopathic rydas got all the hoes
Who got more hoes than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
Everybody that’s down
That is me and full clip bring it to ‘em
Oooh who’s dat?
Clip from the rydas
Dumpin out bystanders at the cops behind us
Oooh who’s dat?
Your muthafuckin killa
Pull out my nine and blast you in your grill, yeah
Oooh who’s dat?
The winner of bread
Put your face on the curb and kick the back of your head
Oooh who’s dat?
Hatchet representin fool hood in a black truck
Ryda till i die that’s what
I don’t give a fuck how many caps they peel
Fuck they crew and all they muthafuckin homeboys frontin like they real
I got the hollow tip bullets for that teflon vest
Blow a hole the size of hubcaps dead in your chest
We ain’t afraid to make the hammer go cock
Just to erase a couple of wack muthafuckas off the block
Leave you layin in a pine box with roses from your crew
Pause for a second, check yourself, and ask who
Who got more hoes than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who rock more shows than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who got more bank than us? (don’t nobody)
No, who down with hoods in black trucks (fuckin everybody)
You saw the show
Say i didn’t rock it
I’ma jab a stick in your eye socket
I’m through tryin to prove myself all the time
I’m the muthafuckin shit bottom line
Fuck dis tryin to impress y’all
I’ll wear a half shirt and walk a fat bitch through the mall
Shit i don’t pick and choose my freaks
I’ll fuck a crackhead with warts on her butt cheeks
And i’d still be the shit like that
Fuckin yokozuna ain’t livin this fat baby what
Ain’t nobody bad like us
25 drunk ryda dawgs in the tour bus
Who down with hoods in black trucks? (fuckin everybody)
Who (Letra)
(berry blue/rob bowkett)
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life
There’s no use crying, trying hard
What else can i do
But he becomes another man
Another case of fool
Why go on living and giving up
Much more than i receive
Its taken time to realize
But now i’ve opened my eyes to you
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life
But who is right, who was wrong
When love just fades away
It could’ve been me, it could’ve been you
But now i never find out who
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain
Who washed away the colors in my life again
Who left my lover in the rain