Текст песни LEVAN CREED - Fila 96
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Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96 Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick" 'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick She don’t get a dime, not even a ride Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick No tint on the ride, let 'em see me glow Ghetto halo when the speakers blow Feelin' like a baller in a fur coat summer Flex too loud, made her man go stutter Try to bite style? You gon’ choke on it I’m the barcode, you a note on it Ran up on dude — he ain’t talkin’ now Got a 40 with a switch, make a preacher bow Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96 Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick" 'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick She don’t get a dime, not even a ride Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96 Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick" 'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick She don’t get a dime, not even a ride Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick No tint on the ride, let 'em see me glow Ghetto halo when the speakers blow Feelin' like a baller in a fur coat summer Flex too loud, made her man go stutter Try to bite style? You gon’ choke on it I’m the barcode, you a note on it Ran up on dude — he ain’t talkin’ now Got a 40 with a switch, make a preacher bow Fila down to the socks like I’m back in '96 Keep your girl mouth busy, I ain’t talkin’ no licks Yeah, she goofy though, call her "Looney chick" 'Cause she ride for the drip, not the one with the stick She don’t get a dime, not even a ride Just a backshot brunch and a walk of pride Kinda rude with it, but I rhyme too slick Put a opp in the box like a Popeye's stick No tint on the ride, let 'em see me glow Ghetto halo when the speakers blow Feelin' like a baller in a fur coat summer Flex too loud, made her man go stutter Try to bite style? You gon’ choke on it I’m the barcode, you a note on it Ran up on dude — he ain’t talkin’ now Got a 40 with a switch, make a preacher bow Смотрите также:Все тексты LEVAN CREED >>> |
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