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Артист: ClickНазвание : We Don`t Fuck Wit` thatДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : electronic italo disco 80s alt rock folk Видео:
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(B-Legit) Ya see I`m nuttin` but a player call me bad news bear And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there And on my second time thru, you know how I do I get some head, and some ends and I`m gone by 2 I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6 So when you coming in, bring your womanfriends I got a few dogs posted at my telly D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly And we gone try to tear the fuckin` roof of something We was backstage smokin` and some hoes was thumpin` A bitch got mad cause she didn`t get chose Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Your nigga went wild when he first seen that Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat We was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blue Fuckin` wit this Click crew And the worst things that happens when your out of the state They lock a nigga down and take away his dank It makes me can`t thank, I gets nervous and sick Fiendin` for a motherfuckin` fix Chorus: (E-40) Smoke and we will go Puffin` on indo So put that back Cause we don`t fuck wit that (B-Legit) I left Minnesota cause the spot was tired Hit Louiville and the spot was fire Old school sittin` on straight laced kicks Reminding me of 1986 Fools burnin` rubber, fuck some switches Niggas from the bay smokin` up on bitches B was on the gash, smashin` yo Hoes passin` out cause there to much smoke Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute I let you hit my weed and it`s straight up shittin` In your draws, Guess jeans and all And then you had no one, give E a call But he called back and wasn`t fuckin` wit you Cause hoes down South know good voo-doo Fuck around and have your ass sprung like Eddie Period blood mixed in your spaghetti And if I could I would roll a vega >From Hillside, Cali to the Get Low Playaz You niggas light it for me and I`m pass it to Quinn And let it out when you get to chin Chorus I`m finally hittin` Cali after 3 weeks gone Than ran out of boomb and I`m glad to be home Now who on my phone, Dante or Bruce I be there in a minute to do what we do See, it`s a triviant game, cause we gone smoke And blow big dubs from young body and all And I can`t give a fuck if you`re drunk or smoked Imma give you a 5 we gone light the ... In to the ... told the shit on the street Some of tha homies that be restin` in peace The shit won`t cease till I see D I know my homie got a fat blunt for me Pine apple juice, malibu rum 1501 get your dickhead done When it gets like that, you know I gots to fuck Or maybe kcikback and get my dickhead sucked I won`t ask for much, just ass and guts And brand new speakers for my oldschool cut A big fat sack of that dohja So I can get smokin` like I`m `posed to Chorus | Похожие исполнители:
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