Problematicos – Mc Neguinho do Kaxeta letra

Letra Mc Neguinho – Problematicos

Ela é do toque
Mandou personalizar a Bandit
De rosa choque
Jogou no tanque o mais belo grafite.(problematicos)

Não se envolve
Pois geralmente ela faz o convite
Te deixa de bob
Ela é café, Red Bull e rebite.

À 150 subiu, acelera
E não para na capital
Se tá de 300 na frente, esquece
Que tu vai escutar só o “vral”.

Não gosta da calmaria
Exala na adrenalina
Na cama e na moto ela explode.
Tipo nitroglicerina

Na cama e na moto ela explode
Tipo nitroglicerina
(Sabe o que ela é, Jorgin?)

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fu.

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática versuri-lyrics.info
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fu.
(Ela é assim, Jorgin, ó)

Ela é uma mescla de sagacidade
Com postura de mulher
Tá offline pra vulgaridade
Sabe bem o que quer.

Ideologia pra vida
Age na pureza, só no sapatin
Amante da natureza
Adora as flores e torra um verdin.

Pra cada dia ruim
Ela devolve sorrisos
Bota o NK pra rolar, toma um drinque
Deixa o mal no prejuízo.

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fu.

Problemática
Puxou, cortou, raspou, é seu estilo de viver
Sistemática
Nem vem falar de amor que ela manda tu se fuuu.
Mc Neguinho letras
Video Mc Neguinho

K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle)

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

Jager – Luciano songtexte

Songtexte Luciano – Jager

Negro, jagen die Mio
Auf Jack Daniels Cola, aber nicht nur das brettert
Gang-Member
Jägermeister plus Redbull
Flex, Flex
Negro, Negro.(jager)

Gib mir Jager plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Negrogeschäft, übernehmen komplett
Augen auf Benz, lieben zuletzt
Picos versuchen von hinten zu f*cken
Tun mir auf Pablos und Kilos verschiffen
Reden zu viel, sind zu viel am kiffen
Locogang-Member habn’ andere Sitten
Loyal, grade, brutal, Patte, Umfang, jagen, Schakal
Gold ist alles in Planung versuri-lyrics.info
Jagen die Mio, die Warnung
Bitch, Negros am platzen, jede legt Auge, frag dich mal warum
Negro, frag dich mal, Erfolg ist kein Glück und auch kein Zufall
Ständig auf Kopf, beklemmendes Leben, jagen den Traum, lak, was sollen wir noch reden?
Negros, ich leb’ es, Loco Verbrecher, mir steht es
Lass’ dein palaba, red nicht
Kein Verbrecher versteht dich.

Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran
Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran.

Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari mon frère
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari mon frère
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund.

Lucio, der mit dem Jägerbecher
Lucio, ja, dieser Loco-Member
Wenig redet und die Zähne brettert
Trotz hunderter Batz sich nie verändert
Stürmer Gervinho, Zehner Trikot, was für Opel Vito?
Will mein Benzer auch noch mehr Habibo
Also bretter weiter stramm ins Mikro.

Mmm, Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran
Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran.

Gib mir Jager plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari Mon Frère
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari Mon Frère
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund.

Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Ich bin in meim’ Modus
Bin in meim’ Modusss. (x4)
Luciano songtexte
Video Luciano

K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

K Camp – Rare Form Freestyle

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull