Big Scarr - MJ (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Big Scarr - MJ (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Woah, twenty-three shots
like I'm Micheal Jordan
Choke slam the pack like
I'm Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a fuck
what you niggas doin'
Break on a bitch, leave her feelings
The way that I walk on the
beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my bitch, change her attitude
Strapped up during a show, better
think 'fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, that's
an alley-oop
Switch hit his gut, now he
gotta eat Campbell soup
No cap on the beat, this shit factual
I put the gang on the
map, now we national
If you ain't from my side,
then I'm taxin' you
My bitch, she bad, got a
body like Betty Boop
Can't save her name, that's
my lil' whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be telling lies
'cause she know the truth
Still'll pop out like I'm bulletproof
AMG Benz, Cartier hangin' out the roof
Nine on my side, not a twenty-two
Step on a opp in some
Prada designer shoes
Hoes on my dick, that's what money do
I'm with your bitch tryna
see what that honey do
Sent out for a low, pray
he make it through
Phone ringing now, no, I
can't wait a day or two
Wockhardt got me feelin' sensational
You say this your bitch, but
to me she look takeable
She say that I look like a snack
Told her meet in the back, ate
the dick like a edible
After this I can't chill or relax
Gotta get to the bag, let
me check out my schedule
Too much ice on my neck
change the weather up
So Icy Gang, nobody big as us, gang
Uh, fresh to death when I
walk in the folks room
I'm high off the meds, bitch,
don't think it ain't on me
In the club with this
Glock in my undies
You make the wrong move, you
get sent with your homie
When we in the club, they can
tell we them niggas and gettin'
us a whole lotta money
I counted this paper, this
shit'll keep comin'
You know that I'm thumbin'
and thumbin'
Steady poppin' my shit on these niggas
I know that they hated,
I'm just being honest
Had to get off my ass
and go get me a bag
Bitch, I ran up a check with no honors
They better free Dread out the feds,
if they don't let him out,
then we gon' kill your honor
Pull up on the scene and we blackout
the whip, presidential
like we was Obama, gang
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