Текст песни
See the tables either turn or they get flipped. Weapon on me got a long-ass clip. Thinking that they hot, but that really not him. Talking hella sweet, get him popped like a zit, Ah. Real evil music. See the tables turn or they get flipped. I make 'em ride around with with it. See the tables either turn or they get flipped. Weapon on me got a long-ass clip. Thinking that they hot, but that really not him. Talking hella sweet, get him popped like a zit, Ah. I'm the goat, man, low head in the Whip. Make cold, man, make the bone jam when It rip. like cold fans using both hands with The switch. Shooting so many bullets that it's kinda Hard to miss, ah. Rifles come from Israel, they rapid fire through Your wrist. Suppression on the chip, chopping sound Effects accumulate. Baby, I'm a wanted man, I can't do no dinner dates. But I can screw you late if you down, Just give me fate. Bending corners, toting blowers, making sure I stand Right. Money making, paper chasing, I ain't finna Fit right. If he think he different, I'ma show That he a human being. Put him in a puddle, all my points quick To make him bleed. Smoking dope, I'm toe-head posed. That's how all my homies roll. Blowing dro, my pistol chrome. Making sure my money grow. Smoking dope, I'm toe-head posed. That's how all my homies roll. Blowing dro, my pistol chrome. Making sure my money grow. Bitch, that pussy a glass vault. Guess what? I'm finna break your bank. If I can't sell dope, I'ma sell a bitch's Coochie stank. Keep Europeans if you broke, I don't care what you think. The general, the CEO, macking from the highest rank. Iceberg pimping, I'm the reason the Titanic sank. Always got a mag, taking that out, do the Most. Bitches think they bad, but they never getting Chose. Got them boys sad 'cause they wrist ain't Lay no froze. I'm playing with her ass while She sucking on my toes. Make the racks for the weekend 'cause these ions In the city. If they flexing hella work, Tell them, "Hustler gonna beat it." They really got that shit, then it's time to Go and quit it. Sneak attack from the back, Pop him while he counting sheep, hoe, ah.
Pharmacist, Doddy Gatz — Pole Jam
«Pole Jam» — Pharmacist, Doddy Gatz. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:23. Жанр — Электроника.
