Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: E.S.G.Название : Where Da Hoes AtДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south funk rap hip-hop texas Видео:
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Where the hoes at, where the foes at Where the smoke at, nigga roll that Hoes shut your motherfucking mouth and get naked Since they opened up the shop, you know we gone wreck it [E.S.G.] See I hear they talking down and the boys spreading rumors National club hoppers, and all you consumers Who keep em all body rocking from state to state Cause the real gone be real and the fake gone be fake So I`ma, regulate and I`ma squash the chat Draw low in my fo` door Escallade or Cadillac Looseless ain`t shit, think it`s time I shut em No pros ain`t shit, I think it`s time I bug em Up to the Californ` bring all the dollars home Southside represent, still sitting on chrome So what`s wrong, you ain`t think I could do it again I`m off the heezy, fa sheezy number one top ten I`m on fire, can`t sleep on the E Everyday Street Gangsta that`s E.S.G. And I`m swanging and banging Thinking throwed, fifty shine for sho` [Chorus - 2x] [E.S.G.] Put your money on us, sticky green and stuff Number one on hit singles ten weeks cause that`s us This for the ballas, young shot callas Nineteen inch blades on the Impalas Call us to get leid tonight I got sweets rolled tight, I got sprayed by ice I hit the hiiiighway, rolling my waaay You`re my mofos, raise up the window, blaze up the indo Now uh, what up whodie, what up soldier How you like us now Wreckshop taking over Put it in your face yeah we some real true playas If you feel us your some killas throw your rollies in the air The big don figga`s back, I`m back on track I got a four in a sack tell me where them hoes at [Chorus - 3x] [E.S.G.] 7-1 Tre that`s my area code We sipping serve, flipping birds never riding on the road Bo` guarding the boulevard riding regulars on a one way Car wash we squash on a Sunday Ain`t plexing in Texas, gripping grain respected Riding Lacs or Lexus, south man we exit Flipping more cream means, green by the hour Sipping codeine leaning like an Eiffel Tower Got boppers and shoppers, car hoppers and choppers Trunk poppers, glock cockers, block lockers can`t stop us Drop the top and I roll, sticky green and I`m smoking Hitting poppa doser, feticcini and copeling Some roof wide open, watch the good game flip As the Texas freak nick showing wood grain strip If you trip on a dip, I got a clip for the jack So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me where the hoes at [Chorus - 4x] | Похожие исполнители:
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