"Americans" lyrics
OT The Real & 38 Spesh Lyrics
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Protecting yourselves from the American right
America's fight
Riding around, chasing it down
Down to a bird, eight to a pound
I'll bring that shit now
Found out your dog wouldn't stand up at all
They made him sit down
Fucked up his shot when they gave him the ball
He's saying he got foul
I say that's a story to tell later on
Where the paper at now?
Seven they got it, that paper's all gone
Now he lays on the ground
I do keep on hearing a similar song
There's be haters around
Got a new jaw, let's bring it along
Dangerous out
Dangerous out for real
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Protecting yourselves from the American right
America's fight
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Protecting yourselves from the American right
America's fight
Plenty of nights, ready to slice
Throat's broke to get me a slice
It's been getting tight
I never was like, let's settle this right
I never was like, better with metal
When getting in fights, than getting on mics
The angel who sat on my shoulder has left
The devil was right
When I got so high I ran into a plug, we met on a flight
Saw him and dab him and give him a hug, and send him to Christ
Out who in heaven's gonna see all these drugs
And send an invite
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Protecting yourselves from the American right
America's fight
Riding around, chasing it down
Down to a bird, eight to a pound
I'll bring that shit now
Found out your dog wouldn't stand up at all
They made him sit down
Fucked up his shot when they gave him the ball
He's saying he got foul
I say that's a story to tell later on
Where the paper at now?
Seven they got it, that paper's all gone
Now he lays on the ground
I do keep on hearing a similar song
There's be haters around
Got a new jaw, let's bring it along
Dangerous out
Dangerous out for real
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Protecting yourselves from the American right
America's fight
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
Protecting yourselves from the American right
America's fight
Plenty of nights, ready to slice
Throat's broke to get me a slice
It's been getting tight
I never was like, let's settle this right
I never was like, better with metal
When getting in fights, than getting on mics
The angel who sat on my shoulder has left
The devil was right
When I got so high I ran into a plug, we met on a flight
Saw him and dab him and give him a hug, and send him to Christ
Out who in heaven's gonna see all these drugs
And send an invite
Plenty of nights, selling it like
Promise I'll get you whatever you like
It's never a hype
I never want to see no one dead or get life
My enemies might
