Представляем точный текст композиции "u All n" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B. Gizzle . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «u All n» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B. Gizzle передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B. Gizzle - "u All n"
Lyrics to u All n : First Verse: Stop it right there, I dare you to cross that line Do it Ima feel you aint respectin my mind I gets loose, backed up, with long toys Its no truce fuckin with these hot boys Do whatever it takes to wipe your clique off the Earth, Both cliques cant live, somebody gotta see dirt, What makes you think Ima letcha ride first' Try to hide out, that makes shit worse Believe Im comin, a hundred in the drum and, I dont spanked somethin, Got the set wonderin, Bitch niggas runnin, Cable is comin, Thats whatcha get THINK I aint bout nothin, You done been showed, brains blowed, You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes Say whats up to Satan, B.G. aint bout no fakin, I handle mine with no debatin stop underestimatin Chorus: You think I aint gone split a wig' Think again, You guessin and underestimatin "U" all "N" You think I aint gone split a wig' "U" all "N" You guessin and understimatin, think again You think I aint gone split a wig' Think again, You guessin and underestimatin "U" all "N" You think I aint gone split a wig' "U" all "N" You guessin and understimatin, think again Second Verse: Ima silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters, Ima rider nigga, riders tote choppers, Ima gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts, Ima thinker nigga, thinkers ride first, Ima youngster nigga, youngsters takin over, Ima soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder, Ima roller nigga, you cant predict me, Thinkin Im fake, you cant know me, I come hard with tillery four deep, Remember I tear down both sides of the street, Nigga I be, the Ca$h Money B.G., Aint no sleep if you beef with me, Ill let you know Im comin nigga I aint gotta creep, Ill be in all black with reeboks on my feet, Say whats up to Satan, B.G. aint bout no fakin, I handle mine with no debatin, stop underestimatin Chorus Third Verse: Dont think Im lame, dont judge me off your thoughts mane, Come at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne, You cant explain, you wanna be hard dont whine, I click-clats it back and let you tell it to my nine, Sendin messages, say Ima bitch youll leave me wet I cant believe you believe I take death threats, Youre wrong Wootay, youre absolutely wrong Now its on Wootay, your seventeen damagin health, Thats another spankin completed under my belt, Your Mom in black on the floor her seein that her son done been left, Brains cooked like a chef, too late for Doctors to help, Its All On U, you brought that issue on yourself, Think you could know me, got kicked off the shelf, I hustle with muscle just to increase my wealth, Nigga say whats up to Satan, B.G. aint bout no fakin, I handle mine with no debatin, stop underestimatin Chorus Think....fore you get checkmated [ u All n Lyrics ]
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