Представляем точный текст композиции "Ishims" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста A.G. . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ishims» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую A.G. передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
A.G. - "Ishims"
Lyrics to Ishims : [Party Arty] Yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugs The feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show love I gotta give Tone love, we call him Trigger cause he throw slugs I sold drugs, every year, summer to summer Now its me and Flow pullin up Hummer to Hummer Gettin money while yall cats gettin Dumber & Dumber I run with cats, livin sort of savage, extortion status Pull out the nine and off with cabage, lil faggots tossin salads Party Arty, I push the Porsche to Dallas Bumpin Horse & Carriage, flossin carats Everywhere I go its thugs and drugs One day we bustin slugs, next day love is love Next week its on again, we at war again So warn your men, G.D., we was born to sin Take you back to the origin of this Grab my dick and force it in your bitch Flossin in a whip, niggas gun, Im tossin em clips [A.G.] I roll with puff lye niggas, do or die niggas Triple homicide niggas, yall still my niggas Son, its A.G., hip hop legend You can catch me in a silver 7 Blowin ls with my brethren Honey think she a 10, hope she feel its 11 Im a 6 figure nigga bout to make it to 7 And yall rap poem niggas get slapped and sent back home Got more hot lines than Tac - phone, ask Tone Shortie want it doggy style, I hit it like Snoop and shit Your plaques, they platinum - still aint recoupin shit You rock Versace, heard you boost the shit Girls on some rooster shit, lovin me on some cupid shit (Stupid bitch) I reek havoc at seminars, showtime Like Magic and Jabar wont have it cause Im Allah Shorties wishin on a star, heres one with a dick attached They think these wicked raps, niggas front, we get the gats [D Flow] Yo, I gangbang, let the pain ring, leave your brain stained Let the chain hang, front, Ima pop that thang-thang Know them chicks remember a nigga like me When Im done them bitches get on the bus like Spike Lee The best I might be, burn you lightly with 10 bars I bend broads, big dick nigga with 10 cars Open you up with- Gem-stars- your mentals Floss every now and then, but son, I been large Listen, bitches acknowledge the don and polish the -one Got gats with silencers on when I have my son a prophet is born Aint no stoppin us calm from droppin the bomb Rolex watch on the arm, the type to plop on your moms Trust no one, dont talk, roll on or get stole on G.D., me and P, we get our muthafuckin flow on I make a bad bitch lick the asscrack Cause they turn me off with "can I have this, can I have that'" Hoes even ask for half the ASCAP But I aint tricked since I was 16, bitch, Im past that Nowadays pass the gat, let me dirty the shit Muthafucka, let me see how dirty you get Me and my nigga ride around in convertable shit And if its us on the track, no doubt, we murder the shit Yeah G.D. Party Arty A.G. D-Flow My man Woos up in here Yeah Im bout to get my dance on Ima let me see how I do my dance Yo Let them hear that shit [Woo] (Oh, you want me..') My niggas be smokin isms My niggas be stackin ones My niggas be smokin isms My bitches be wearin thongs My niggas be smokin isms My niggas be gettin it on My niggas be smokin isms [coughing] Big L Rest In Peace, baby MVP #1, baby We love you, baby [ Ishims Lyrics ]
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