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Dropper Don't Panic, cup full of codeine, fool, we gon' hang You Did it look like the cash ain't tainted? Never catch a body 'til you can't blame it Big ol' chopper gon' flame it Keep a bowl Just in the police'll lay and on it Five Hundred K through five hundred bands And I heard That a body just came with that on See Lil' bitch is on fire Guess who did it? Was two of my mob A party, ain't nobody Party Have fun with the guys and nobody died Don't come for the glory in back 'cause you Knowin' that pussy included, no lie Never seen it With your eyes So my man a stripper for Twenty and five, deal with Bake in by the Hour if it go fake, count them showers Devil Up, stack it up, twenty thousand Thirty-eight Betty Hits, I'm allowin' A Perc', third, Third Adjust the curve, yeah, she just perked, Wrist is worth, worth What is purpose? Check on your third verse the money, money move That y'all wanted From the the bullet comin' Hit a nigga dead For a lil' hundred And they see my wrist, Who let the water run up? come and see, That's a whole water Niggas kickin' in the door For plenty summer Move it out the store like It's plenty hunters Take a nigga soul for some Petty money Thoughts are so bad That your World could Be shattered So fuck how you on that, be Talkin' that shit Niggas for real though, ten pull Triggers Still life it with Anton, I'm fuckin' with Clique We be like TV, no witness, we creep Showin' you madder than Venus and Zeus Kick down Your mom while she watchin' TV Callin' your house And they ask for G As I be flippin' Them full dice, thirteen Find a real nigga, man, Niggas know me You pay me pain if you Run, I I be smokin' on gas that I Freeze Movin' the bagels like humans up bagels So Niggas don't ask, can you move this bag for? Them rubles can't die when I shoot on cameras Niggas don't be like grown-up And Jealous Thoughts Are So bad that your world be shattered So fuck How that, be talkin' that shit Niggas for real Though, like ten pull triggers Still life it Anton, I'm fuckin' with clique be like madder than Venus Kick down your mom while your house and they Ask for G As I be flippin' them full Dice, thirteen Find a real nigga, Niggas know me 'Cause smokin' on gas that I Freeze Movin' the bagels bagels So niggas don't ask, Can you move this bag for? Them rubles can't Die when shoot 'em on cameras 'Cause real niggas Don't be like grown-up and jealous I be talkin' Paper, my pole, believe me These four on the And five And though we hated the stick on Them fitted My highness that run in that forty-one Nine
NXRTH — Just for Walkin
«Just for Walkin» — NXRTH. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:11. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
