Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: T-BoНазвание : Comin` DownДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : progressive rock rap hip-hop white rap dirty south Видео:
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They don`t count by spokes no more, they counting by inches Them ain`t 20`s on my ride, them 22`s you jive bitches Switching lane to lane, make em respect my fucking brain I`m coming down shining, candy painted wood grain I`m cruising down the street (uh-oooooh), real slow What the fuck are they yelling (there it go, T-Bo) Yeah you right, you fucking right that`s me Beating down your block, rims chop ridiculously [T-Bo] I paid the cost to be the boss, up in this here floss shit Hit the lot went by the knot, don`t even ask what the cost is It`s hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got to come off it Lane to lane, with a slim Diana Ross bitch You might see me hit the slab, big car candy green Don`t blink hit the corner, it`s a flipping tangerine Lil` kids telling they mama, did you see what I just seen What that white boy acting a ass, in a truck so clean Be mugging haters, like it ain`t no thang mayn I make them bitches oochie wally, while my thugs oochie bang bang Maintain, my name up in this dirty rap game Like M and Dre did, me and B-Rock gon do the same thang Police point and stare, they don`t turn around That big body truck`ll, burn em down Keep that thang on my seat, in case them haters try to clown T-Bo the Firecracker, so you know I`m coming down [Hook] [T-Bo] I`m coming down shining, like a shooting star I`m ice grilling haters, won`t give a fuck who you are You mad cause my rims, cost a lil` bit more than your car Now does that make me stupid, or a superstar The things I`m bout to do to you, y`all ain`t ready Coming down down baby, but I ain`t Nelly Watch my rims chop, cut chop like a mechetti 22 inch Perelli`s, on a Avalanche Chevy I hit the intersection, gripping my gun tight The police pull me over, but hogging the sunlight Like don`t be mad at me lil` daddy, cause your shit don`t run right You out shining me, is like bringing a knife to a gun fight Cause I`ma be the bucket, with the interior tore out Do a 2003 Lexus, with the brains blowed out And everywhere I go, you know that I`ma show off T-Bo going multi-platinum bitch, no doubt [Hook] | Похожие исполнители:
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