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Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nigga be cap, where your hat? Every time spit, man, you know it's gon' slap. Every time spit, man, you know it's straight facts. If got beef, I putting on wax. Yeah. Ayy. Nigga be cap, where is your hat? Where is your hat? Where is your cap? Stardust Season. No cap rapper. Nigga be cap, where is your Hat? Every time spit, man, you know it's gon' Slap. Every time I spit, man, you know it's Straight facts. If I got beef, I ain't putting On wax. Get re-up, high like I'm smoking on Wax. Exotic bat wood on baseball bats. Shawty, if you say you love me, then my Name you gotta tat. Nigga try to rob, left Him in the dust of the scat. Nigga diss a Ru, we gon' turn to a Pack. Got sticks like it's pool, we ain't going Out back. Like Dior the shoes when I'm walking Out of Saks. I got no brakes so my Lifestyle so fast. I got some young niggas, can't wait to crash. Feel like some groceries, I'm in my bag. Fuck the police, free my dog out they cage. I come from the dirt, know you would understand. What's in my cup? Yeah, I'm sipping hisstand. She get on that dick and do a handstand. He with the opps, so that boy not my Mans. Have my young boo pop that boy like A Xan. Wake up in the morning, I'm thinking About bands. I geek on Rubu and I go Super Saiyan. Niggas, they hate on the low but Be fans. I rock out a show and might Fuck on a fan. You cannot hang, boy, if You not on go. Pull up in the hood And they say I'm the GOAT. I gotta get active, not kicking the boat. Smoking on Runtz, lil' boy, that's no joke. My cousin, he like the old schools on the Spokes. I like the spaceships on Forgiato. I beat up the box, I leave the case Closed. These bitches gon' fly, they gon' go where I go. Nigga be cap, where is your hat? Every time I spit, man, you know it's gon' Slap. Every time I spit, man, you it's straight Facts. If I got beef, I ain't putting on Wax. get re-up, high like I'm smoking on wax. Exotic bat wood on baseball bats. Shawty, if you say you love me, then my Name you gotta tat. Nigga try to rob, left Him in the dust of the scat. Nigga diss a Ru, we gon' turn him to A pack. Got sticks like it's pool, we ain't Going out back. Like Dior the shoes when I'm Walking out of Saks. I got no brakes so my lifestyle so fast. I got some young niggas, can't wait to crash. Feel like some groceries, I'm in my bag. Fuck the police, free my dog out they cage. I come from the dirt, know you would understand.
Atl Smook — Facts
«Facts» — Atl Smook. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:29. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
