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Please don't play with it, course I stay with It. Please don't play with it, course I stay with It. Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it. Damn, I done got crazy. Ganja baby, I don't pop molly. She love bad man and she wanna take cocky. Left that bloody man, done it with bunny. Top boy head gets chippy like Sully. Like yo, why you getting involved? Got five man streams, let the pagans know. Got Sevd on the beat in the booth with Bro. Make her sit spur it, make her touch Her toe. Please don't play with it, course I Stay with it. Try have a block party, I'm Tapin' it. I'm aping it, she can't take the Dick. All she rates dickin', I'm not fake with It. Everyone's got something to say. I got nothing to prove. Chatting online, you got Nothing to do. Better stand on that when I Buck into you. Please don't play with it, course I stay with it. Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it. Please don't play with it, course I stay with it. Try have a block party, I'm tapin' it. Everyone's got something to say. I got nothing to prove. Chatting online, you got nothing to do. Better stand on that when I buck into you. Ganja baby, I don't pop molly. She love bad man and she wanna take cocky. Left that bloody man, done it with bunny. Top boy head gets chippy like Sully. Like yo, why you getting involved? Got five man streams, let the pagans know. Got Sevd on the beat in the booth with Bro. Make her sit spur it, make her touch Her toe. Uh-huh. Ayy. Big Herbo, they call me the GOAT. I'm all in the back of her throat. Glock 23 with a 30 I tote. Or let it go if you want smoke. Murder she wrote, that's all we know. I'll blow out a mo' or a foe. A mere body killer, your friend or foe. Don't talk to me, you ain't got a million Or mo'. Yeah, yeah, I make at least four. Bossed up on a yacht with a whole bunch Of hoes. Got all of them driving the boat. Ayy, we trapping again, we emptying loads. That money keep coming, let's print up some mo'. The root of the tree rot, nobody grows. I'm popping shit, rocking out everybody shows. What happened to lil' buddy, nobody knows. Everybody start up and pose. I'm straight out the trenches where nobody goes. All that fake shit get exposed. I'm still locked in with all my bros, though. That's if you stick to the code. Red beams on all the Glocks and Dracos. Aim it and knock off your nose. No new friends, don't make those. Lame niggas, I hate those. We don't trick on snake hoes. But I got all the bankrolls. From the rag like D. Rose. In LA I stay, though. Life is not a game. So fuck I'ma play for? Ganja baby, I don't pop molly. She love bad man and she wanna take cocky. Left that bloody man, done it with bunny. Top boy head gets chippy like Sully. Like yo, why you getting involved? Got five man streams, let the pagans know. Got Sevd on the beat in the booth with Bro. Make her sit spur it, make her touch Her toe. Swerve, Big G Herbo. Yeah. Gotta fuck around and slide to the UK after This one, bro. Uh.
Aarne, Russ Millions, G Herbo, Imanbek — Saint
«Saint» — Aarne, Russ Millions, G Herbo, Imanbek. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:31. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
