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Артист: South park mexicanНазвание : He`s A Bird, He`s A PlaneДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap spm latin south park mexican hip hop Видео:
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[First Verse (SPM):] The Dopehouse, got it snowin` in the summer Drug runner, fuck the "I`ma gonna wanna" Fast learner, attack like piranhas My next big hit`s called "Hubba, Hubba, Hubba" I smoke her cuz I love her Bought a Danny Glover Now I`m burnin` rubber in somebody Baby Mother From the gutter diggin` in your trash can Fuckin` with my niggas it`ll be your last dance I came up off the cut, buyin` `Lacs and trophy trucks The only thing I sell is submersible products My all-white Chucks turn a man into dust You wanna meet the Devil, ha? You in a bad rush I`ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child Got the rap game shinin` up my reptiles Make your ears ring when I sting like a scorpion Pronounce him dead by four P.M. Call me Los Kevorkian [Chorus (Ayana M.):] Some do it for the money and fame He just don`t wanna sell no more `cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S-P-M, he`s a bird, he`s a plane [2x] [Second Verse (SPM):] In Hillwood, we didn`t have many choices I`m hearin` noises, outside I hear voices The Coys is a family who didn`t have much Except the love of a single Mother`s touch The lust of money, had me slangin` cane and weed I was first on the block, and last to leave Feel the rain as it falls on this, tricky game Breakin` cane, clear your sinuses, like liquid Dran... Lift my name against my pain is used To entertain, a simple thing in every city seems like... Shit`s the same Born loser, V-12 cruiser I opened up a store for the common drug user Thirty-six eggs, come from one chicken Some of you ain`t livin`, fuckin` with the unforgiven I`m wishin` I could hug those dead or in prison They go to jail or Hell just because it`s free admission MAN! [Chorus] [Third Verse (SPM):] Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven Got a fiend on the pipe, and arrested him for resin Fuckin` pigs want me so bad, they can taste it But you bitches gonna have to settle for a basehead Cuz I don`t slip, broke quicker than a ship Wrap a platinum hit, make the police Captain sick Backstreet legends, the World feel my prescence I`m the first man to touch it when the dope gets to Texas You can keep the Lexus cuz I bought two Benzes On the microphone I broke you off with one sentence Stay aware for what`s out there, I smell hate all in the air They asked me what my race was, I told them it was player A very rare breed, almost extinct The way I walk, the way I think, The shit I wear, the shit I drink, The way I stink, I smell like fruity hydroponic When haters see my car, they turn around and vomit I`m loco, fuck any player hatin` puto You ain`t got no love for me? I ain`t got no love tan poco [Chorus] | Похожие исполнители:
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