Oh, GoldLink. Spank me like you hate me Welcome to Planet Paradise where we have the best arts in the Milky Way Planet Paradise, Planet Paradise Planet Paradise, Paradise Your baby daddy's back Your baby daddy's back
Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God
See, I rock GoldLink with my fur black mink Scottsdale beep, kick it with a low-down freak Got her wildin pop pop, off to college, got her hollerin' Calling out my name, unless she really says she all up in Push the chang out, brought my kick game out Brought it back to 96, the first 12s came out Had to call my niggas, coolin' it with my kickers Had to call my connect, had to show my respect And we next to take the throne. Now I gotta keep up Bad bitch keeper, I don't think I deserve But I gotta keep her. eat her like my desert But I'm cooling it with my niggas on the reefer Used to Pac compare me, but I beg to differ Flow, shift, switch, got a tame it like a bitch I hit, I split that shit, lickidy whip I went straight in, who can go in like me? Rockin' and rockin' up on the beat And my neighbors hit my door cause they hear me when they sleep Fuck with the elite, while I kick it, Bruce Lee Fuck a CMB, I'm circled with the winners of the DMV Flip the torch ad well of course I had to take yo bitch, nigga You was loafin', I was pimpin'. then I ask myself Mirror mirror on the wall How many sucka mother fuckas do I call and Let the sun rise as I go to sleep I hit the creep creep on the late night with your bitch Fucked her on yo bed while I skeeted on yo sheets And I'm so discreet, beat it by the beat Tell my nigga, please
Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God
Gimme the gimme the bucks and Imma stuff them in my trunk And Imma hit em with that 40 clip cal pump What the fuck is up Nigga? Fuck your whole team Done taking shots; living lavish my team Never sell a dream. Shit ain't what it seems Popping and popping and load a pistol steady cocking at you demons While you're trying to catch my semen I ain't into twatching and the tweeting and you're cheatin' Rather catch your ass slippin' in the streets, approach the scene And then I cuff ya, I bust ya Rolling up the tree and then I cuff ya, I snuff ya Fucking up your waves, cut off all your dreads Then you catch your girl up in the alley giving head Shit is crazy when you beefing. Don't cry, dry your eyes The hero's here, nigga. Now the city's all mine Flow go through your spine. Never wine and dine You heard the last song so you know the bitch is fine
Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad Real niggas dying every day; we pray to GodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
