Deala – Wrong Side Fo’ Yo’ Ass Lyrics
Artist: Deala
Song: Wrong Side Fo’ Yo’ Ass
Whassup, I represent real hard stuff right now
If you are ready fo’ that, check this out
Take yo’ muthaf#ckin’ b#tches n slap their asses
Life is when #ssh#l# messes – to entertain each person
Take the product n worsen
You throw on the basketball court the f#ckin’ dice
To acquire some food with the damn high price
You can’t survive in this world if you ain’t actin’ like those mice
Wish got even one dollar?
To do that yo’ #ss should got some knowledge how to holla
Or how to drive on the low Impala
Am talkin’ ’bout all this sh#t, ‘cuz I recommend ya to stay in yo’ hood
Bullets in the legs or somewhere else is not good
Won’t be able to move n buy some food
I wouldn’t advise to step on the bus lane
‘Cuz dat lane can be in my hood, ya know what I’m sayin’
You’d better chill with yo’ homies or sidekicks
I don’t give a f#ck how you call ’em, actually they are just light pigs
Real sh#t duz neva end
But lives fo’ the #ssh#l#s do when they try to chill in the tent – with the buddies n b#tches
Or nutties n sntiches
Dat’s a real ruff song
It will be so hard fo’ yo’ muthaf#ckin’ #ss if ya step on the side which is wrong
Gonna tell me somethin’?
I assure you got nuthin’
Everythang ’bout me is secreted
All muthaf#ckas are mad when it turns out they get cheated
f#ckin’ expensive rims ain’t fitted – on the dirty-cheap which you bought for 1 thousand dollars
Where did you find it?
People believe the price was too high n yo’ #ss minded
So, tell me what happened
Just sucked a dick of the seller?
Or yo’ #ss is aquainted with Jerry Heller?
Suppose fo’ you first variant is forever
What do ya know ’bout me
Fo’ sho’ that I’m not a g
Only that I born in 2004
And the fact that I can easily tie you up in the muthaf#ckin’ car
After that fill dat sh#t with a real hardcore tar
Wheneva you step on the wrong side
Already ain’t able to hide
And have to do nuthin’ only fight
I know it’s bad to hear that all of yo’ bones will be crackled
And you will be lyin’ shackled
Weak b#tches screamin’ ‘I feel you’
Real men screamin’ ‘I kill you’
You are nuthin’ but only a piece of sh#t like those b#tches
Neva deal with a f#ckin’ snitches
Make a kick to the heads of all muthaf#ckin’ riches
Yeah, everyone can be found, ya should be scared like a parrot
Don’t try to write some f#ckin’ lines n make a record
Find everywhere the muthaf#ckin’ avail
But don’t think ’bout aftermath ‘cuz ya got some fail
Yeah, pretend to be clever
But f’real you are lustful b#tch forever
Suppose I delude?
After all this sh#t you will lose yo’ muthaf#ckin’ manhood
‘Cuz real man comes fo’ yo’ hood
But duzn’t give a f#ck ’bout yo’ food
So, don’t worry, you can leave it fo’ yo’ homies
After gettin’ beaten up, I allow ya to visit Johny’s
And buy some kinda f#ckin’ phallus
Everyone there will appreciate dat sh#t which is so callous
You will got somethin’ to do
And yo’ #ss anyway gets a clue – that don’t step on my side
‘Cuz here no one is able to hide
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Release Year: 2013