Said It's must be cause a bitch up on the Source Mutha fuckin right we got the District on the source Hold up , Smile every time my face is up in the source I hippied on a biggie, Pan Amera'd on the Porsche Bangs with the gang get ya blocked popped off I split bitchies swallow till they get locked jaw I mirrored them figures That pull statistics like triggers I move samplistical on niggas I'm just the sickest of bitches Okay now hold up, hold up Fuck they mean I'm colder, polar best believe my flow'a show her, Hold a stroller Haulin' ass up out my lane better ask about my slang I got head shot's for bitches who trana copy my frame She know, he know, we know I fck around and go Debo When I get smokey up in your ego Better get on my shot's ain't no free throw And Givenchy with a mojito Easy for me though How bitches all want my swag I could easily go repo And snatch my shit back , in a black on black vest Smack attack on that track Run and combat your whack raps Niggas hotter than when I leave my perm in for too long And I never gave a fuck about a nigger who on I'm like one of them I'm my own bitch type bitches on my rich White dishes my wrist Quite viscous I dislike snitches they fuck they nigga over cause they pussy at heart Though you work to bring that quarter back Bret Favre I've been tryna get these niggas of me Can't even stack your c-notes so your fingers off key O-G at heart keep my shit low key I just cop me a new royce the perpetual rolley O-D these bitches fake out more smokin mirrors and my clique read thru gags so don't get the chokin near us Really though , who the fuck illa I'll wait, Taylor Gang unleashed a killaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
