Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Color Changin` Click f Lil FlipНазвание : No SentencesДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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When I come down, you might see me Chuck Taylors on feet A new unit from the mile, with my nobody piece On buck-highs when I ride, and slide so gently Lookin` fly like the guy that I was meant to be I put up in a Bentley, just like you think I wouldn`t Leather seats with extra cushion, I`m at eaze when I`m pushin` I`m older, I`ma roller, flippin` chiefin` that dolja Hit the gas, fuck the brakes, it ain`t a scratch on my rover I buy a sack and then roll up, just to get back in composure I take this rappin` way more then, just makin` cash and exposion Peep the stats on my quarter, I`m up to bat and I`m holdin` My balls, and my word and I don`t crack em` for no one Matter fact I`m the chosen, what, flippin` my tongue Asalakem-Asalum, Chamillionaire.com I`m logged in in a fog benz, playin` with my lap-top Screens drop, trunk pop, destination IHOP So jump down with ya boy, if you feelin` that fluid I stay high and act a fool, because I gots to do it, G`Yeah! -UH.HUH, Yung-Ro, G`Yea- [50/50 Lil` Twin] -Man, 50/50 I`m still draped up and dripped down, screw tape jammin` Trunk rumblin` and tremblin`, Color Changin` and blendin` Forest side mirrors blinkin`, while I`m turnin` and tippin` Hit my brakes at 9:00 at 10, them rims stop spinnin` Channels set, rim grinnin`, tatted up on my skin and. 9 fiancee`s, I ain`t trippin`, fuck a 3 some I`m ten-in Program pimpin`, lean sippin`, hoes suckin` 5 lickin` Invicible set, diamonds hittin`, while the minute hand tickin` I hold chickens, steerin` whippin`, `72 is my mission I can`t front unless you spendin`, pitch like Roger Clemens I throw work, fiends hit it out the park like Dillon Now they geekin` and flitchin`, feelin` bad cuz they sinnin` My twin got shot in his head and his leg now he limpin` So don`t make him swing that aggie, and may place he fix it 600 Horses in my engine, sittin` still fish finnin` My grand-prix on non-stoppers, H2 3 on pippen`s If you wonderin` it`s 50, turn me up just listen I make grown-man decisions, so at life you can`t miss me, what? -Boy`s gonna feel this Color Changin` Click mayne -We tippin` down, popped up wide open [Chamillionaire] (Yung-Ro) -Fa`real, Yeah Windows down cuz they tinted, so niggaz can see me up in it Wait for my spinners to stop spinnin`, after 5 minutes re-spin it Emblem on the hood, lookin` about the size of a grammy Chrome Lady doin` the Statue Of Liberty pose on my candy Used to be candy over silver, now it`s wine berry over gold Now it`s Color Changin` on the doors, while I`m swangin` thinkin` 24`s No police out on Dalem, hollows we got em` no problem Spot em` and push a wig back farther then Hatter did my album I ain`t got to promote it, nope no radio play Pull out that K, right-away and ya drop-date `ll be today I hope ya doin` killer crunches, ain`t gotta vest when it lunges Patch ya stomach, so (NOBODY!) ain`t got to see what ya lunch is (Haha) I don`t like niggaz grumpin`, gossipin` in my circumference And Sucka-Free is flippin` humped`s we gettin` bills by the bunches Hold up, plot on them thangs, belt-buckles and bang He pull out that thang from behind the belt-buckle than bang Hit ya face with that handle, make ya braces dismantle Then they`ll erase the Soprano`s and put my face on that channel Jumped down, fun lift the trunk let it dangle Geometric rims spinnin` at a obtuse angle Braud act like she don`t see me, bet she get broke in Throwin` gin down her chin, til` her dome spin like my chrome rims Rap-game it was throw`d in, but I`m still gon` win Hell yeah nigga, Koopa freestyle with no pen [Lil` Flip] I`m from the streets, I know yall niggaz peep game My nigga Note, just dropped his shit Street Fame Will Lean comin` next, I`m bout to drop again Yall niggaz #1, but I`ma take ya spot again I`m off the lot again, rollin` in a drop again I`m sippin` sizzerp, you drinkin` on a Heineken I got the cheddar now I`m on another level now You wearin` white-rocks, it`s yellow in my bezel now I gotta bigger car, cuz I`ma bigger star I`m fuckin` Dolly Pardon, she wear a bigger bra You know where I`m from and you know what the fuck we be packin` These niggaz be hatin` I`m vested up in-case they jackin` Bitches come and they go, Flip is runnin` the show And if you don`t know, now you muthafuckas know I`m the hottest around, niggaz know how I get down When I come to your town, hook me up with a pound And we gon` smoke a blunt, and I`m gon` rock the show I know this yo baby-momma but I`ma fuck ya hoe Get the brain, get the change, peep the rangs, peep the rocks You know where the fuck I`m from, I represent my block Yall niggaz braggin` and boastin`, I`ll leave you gaggin` and chokin` Jump out the Jag and approachin`..Bitch Nigga! (O.G. Ron - Talking until song ends) | Похожие исполнители: |
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