Letra de 17 Wit A 38 (with Chief Keef) - Idk
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[Intro: IDK]
This that dirty stinkin' nasty ratchet rowdy shit
[Chorus: IDK]
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
[Verse 1: IDK]
I was only seven when I had that .38 (8-8-8-8)
I was tryna prove something, show 'em that I didn't play (Play, play, play, play)
If a nigga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Truth is, I ain't shoot shit, it was just for fake
Truth is, I ain't do shit but rob white folk
Lure they ass to a place I know
Take they money, take they phone, there it goes
Sell the shit at my school for the low
Stack the money, stack the money, buy shoes
Stack the money, stack the money, buy clothes
Taking penitentiary risks all for
Ed Hardy belts with the rhinestone
Hit the Georgetown (Swerve)
I got whores now (Swerve)
Polo wasn't Ralph (Word)
It's a horse now
Slow down, slow down's what my mama said (Mama said)
She couldn't get that shit through my head (Through my head)
You can't expect me to give respect (Respect)
When I would fuck bitches on mama bed
[Chorus: IDK & Chief Keef]
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
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I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the-- Sosa baby)
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I was seventeen with a .357 (Yeah)
Foot heavy, can't speed the limit (Yeah)
All black, Ghost Rider, I'm creeping in it (Skrrt)
Gotta be a real nigga, don't be pretending (Huh)
If I'm in it then you know it got reefer in it (Dope)
You don't see it nigga? I can re-present it (No, no, no)
Took a bitch life, and I'll re-invent it (Let's get it)
Can't leave without peeing in it (Bitch)
Pants saggin' but this belt ain't cheap, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Got a swiper on me, nothin' ain't free, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Would've bought the shit but it ain't me, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Yeah, you down, nigga, but it ain't steep, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
In this Humvee, me and the pack (Mhm)
Throwing shells even if you can't catch it (Mhm)
We gon' test him even if he can't pass it (Bang, bang)
I know you seen it when we came past, ayy-ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Little woadie run the bus, bust the clit, make it puss (Huh?)
What's in me? It ain't trust, it ain't gang, it ain't fuss (Nah)
Surf the wave now it's brush, you ain't got a nice function
Know I'll run it up like she know Fredo in the cut (Yeah)
Enough gears for some years, leave a bitch with a tear
Leave a bitch for a year, leave a bitch in a mirror
Send it, you got it, I don't see it as an error
May storm in the club, interfering with the weather
[Chorus: IDK]
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
This that dirty stinkin' nasty ratchet rowdy shit
[Chorus: IDK]
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
[Verse 1: IDK]
I was only seven when I had that .38 (8-8-8-8)
I was tryna prove something, show 'em that I didn't play (Play, play, play, play)
If a nigga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
Truth is, I ain't shoot shit, it was just for fake
Truth is, I ain't do shit but rob white folk
Lure they ass to a place I know
Take they money, take they phone, there it goes
Sell the shit at my school for the low
Stack the money, stack the money, buy shoes
Stack the money, stack the money, buy clothes
Taking penitentiary risks all for
Ed Hardy belts with the rhinestone
Hit the Georgetown (Swerve)
I got whores now (Swerve)
Polo wasn't Ralph (Word)
It's a horse now
Slow down, slow down's what my mama said (Mama said)
She couldn't get that shit through my head (Through my head)
You can't expect me to give respect (Respect)
When I would fuck bitches on mama bed
[Chorus: IDK & Chief Keef]
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
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I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the-- Sosa baby)
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I was seventeen with a .357 (Yeah)
Foot heavy, can't speed the limit (Yeah)
All black, Ghost Rider, I'm creeping in it (Skrrt)
Gotta be a real nigga, don't be pretending (Huh)
If I'm in it then you know it got reefer in it (Dope)
You don't see it nigga? I can re-present it (No, no, no)
Took a bitch life, and I'll re-invent it (Let's get it)
Can't leave without peeing in it (Bitch)
Pants saggin' but this belt ain't cheap, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Got a swiper on me, nothin' ain't free, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Would've bought the shit but it ain't me, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
Yeah, you down, nigga, but it ain't steep, ayy-ayy (Mm-mm)
In this Humvee, me and the pack (Mhm)
Throwing shells even if you can't catch it (Mhm)
We gon' test him even if he can't pass it (Bang, bang)
I know you seen it when we came past, ayy-ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Little woadie run the bus, bust the clit, make it puss (Huh?)
What's in me? It ain't trust, it ain't gang, it ain't fuss (Nah)
Surf the wave now it's brush, you ain't got a nice function
Know I'll run it up like she know Fredo in the cut (Yeah)
Enough gears for some years, leave a bitch with a tear
Leave a bitch for a year, leave a bitch in a mirror
Send it, you got it, I don't see it as an error
May storm in the club, interfering with the weather
[Chorus: IDK]
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Young nigga with a .38 (Young nigga with a .38)
Seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
I was seventeen with the .38 (Seventeen with the .38)
