Lyrics:
a cambiar la clima
Pura Salsa Musik, y NFS en la bosina
Nueve cinco seis aquí andamos siempre pilas
Only fuck with me bitch cause now you see that I’m teed up
I'm back at the club with a snub, twistin' up dubs
Sippin on Crist', bout to snatch your bitch
You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see
Lil Snupe hah, hah
I'm just a young nigga ballin' in the mix
You know believe that
Shoutout Houston look
Syrup got me feelin' great
What a wonderful
well he ain't shoot the bitch
I heard her story, I'm like
"You stupid bitch"
How the fuck one minute you shot and hurtin'
Then the next you in the club
fules, attention
Not only was you weak
Need another nigga drivin'
I stop the car
Said do you want to buck em'
Rough Koopsta
Shirt I knew your hurt
Take
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
mix Don P and some Casa they ain't never been this lit
Talkin' bout no hips but once you drive the boat bitch shake that shit
Like a party in the 90s
you call it, robbed what you call it? At least he-
Since you speakin' 'bout it, you only on time because you hiddn'
Give me threesomes, she must know
the end)
Only you uh huh
I said meet me at the club, tonight
All them bottles on me
You can meet me at the club, tonight
And you can stand in front of me
I
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
Probably punch you in the face and take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm runnin with a click thats bein' hunted by the grim reaper
To all
in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only
us, you can call me Tanzanite
This is how we like to do it, mix the Casa with the sprite
The best coast is the one opposite of the one on the right
I
at some work
You would open your mouth to kiss
Why you at the bar, roused off Cris'
No longer courageless
Grabbin hoes by the wrist
Chose one, mix wasn't
got,
The A-town pump,
It'll make ya whole body,
Do the A-town stomp,
Then it's off,
To the waffle house,
And pancake mix,
Ain't the only thing,
By the time you blink I can go
Cuz I been watching, waiting, sitting
Thinking how you got me simpin' in the middle of the club
I had it figured out
the air
We don't care about a hater
Perspective of a Playa
Told you that he loves you and he'll always be there
Told you you're the only one and that he
is power, it’s power through the tongue
You know I had your back rather why or wrong
Praying every night by the morning I’m strong
1:12
Asking for
head bussas yo shooters can't sit with
They only underestimated tito cuz he a misfit
In the murder cappy we rock G-nikes bitch these not G-fazos
You not
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
her crush GG only mix with Fanta
She think I don't post but nope you're block little bitch your cancel
Every Halloween, I should dress as Danny Phantom
pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel
'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat T-V screens in my room
So
do it real good, she tell her friends this and that
Pull up in front of the club, you know I'm in this or that
I mix my Balmain with Goyard, I be
uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club
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