Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151Название : Til` My Casket DropsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes A Lexus, a mansion and eternal life Maybe what it was, I was askin for too much Prayin to God, thinkin `did he give a fuck?` Twelve years old, I was always told Every day I want it, that glitter ain`t gold But fuck that shit, I want a twelve inch dick A Coupe, a chrome, and a money makin bitch Verse 1: C-Bo A `Lac, front, back, man, I wish I had it In a brim, Rolex down wit a automatic I be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to Louisville Strip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-L Cos see these bitches ain`t shit but investments And they ain`t worth shit unless they makin profit I need a money-makin bitch to satisfy my needs Some pussy, dough, diamonds and G`s So when I swoop in my coupe, out to get my loot Collect it from hookers more famous than Betty Boo It be that, legalised pimpin that`s keepin me above the water Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller Cos a broke bitch ain`t nuttin but a downfall Unless she cement her money and her mind, y`all And wit straight-laced game is how ya take control I been practisin the shit since twelve years old Chorus Verse 2: Lunasicc One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs Slappin these bitches, y`all can`t be laggin on the payroll Let`s get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezo I`m cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinter I dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinner Creepin when I`m sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted by the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplay Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knew that if you fuck wit one of my niggas then you`re fuckin wit the crew We roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heat Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huh I`m bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the O-Jays Blastin like I`m crazy out the Colt wit my .3-80, Mafioso Chorus Verse 3: 151 Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos Butt naked, checkin money by the G stack As I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak I`m just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes Might catch em fo`-deep in a C-Ville on triple golds Wit cell phones and pagers as if it`s on a grind So to keep em an X-rated pussy is a goldmine I`m on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climax I`m wrapped up in my safe and G-pacts Crackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglin youngstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stangin Ain`t no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em off They get off in the Valley, immaculately, sippin rally`s Winners are stackin chips up like alleys From Seattle to Cali, the North of Valley, nigga Chorus Bitch! | Похожие исполнители: |
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