Текст песни
Don't drop Ridin' in the south, dogs barkin' on some big Dogs. I'm from India, don't need these shit. I'm the mother designer with vibes. I'm like finally found a nigga gettin' it. The Glock killin' it, fuck your body into pieces. Hold up my big nine, I was built to Shoot to kill. If you mother then give me back deal for Real. in the south, dogs barkin' on big These Hoes thinkin' they knock a nigga back to prison, Watch. is a nigga, still that young one, Longer the kid. I'm still singin' 'bout and came Back a villain. No hundreds thousands, I Still look ahead, they can be talkin' and Shit. Saw that cat stop purrin' like Chris. Straight up surfin', still gold. These other niggas wack, like-Ridin' south, Thinkin' they can knock nigga Back to prison, watch. Ridin' in the south, dogs barkin' on big dogs. These hoes thinkin' they back to prison, Ridin' in the south, dogs barkin'. Ridin' in the south, dogs barkin'. Ridin' in south, barkin'. Ridin' in the south, dogs barkin' on some big Dogs
True World, Prince Tulip — Get Over Yourself
«Get Over Yourself» — True World, Prince Tulip. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:08. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
