Four 12s-Chuck Inglish

歌手 : Chuck Inglish

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:27

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TXT Four 12s-Chuck Inglish 文本歌词

Four 12s - Chuck Inglish

Four 12 kickers like it's 94

Pop the trunk on 'em

Like it's duffle d**e

Keep a million units

I could see to it

Get the boulevard jucking

Like a thick booty

Uh uh uh do it

Go track a rap

Trapping out of the suzuki

Fall back boys know exactly

What I'm doing

In the vera cartiers

And the patrick ewings

Drop top with a chow chow puppy

And my girl in a bikini top

Breaking down the tuck

Way she rolling coulda swear

We's going bowling

If I can't wear shorts

Then a n**ga not going

Triple gold rims not stolen

Not stolen

Twine got 5 cellphones on er

How you want

Call me up if you want that plug

If not don't trip

We'll get back up

Uh uh uh uh uh

We'll get back up

Uh uh uh uh uh don't trip

We'll get back up

I'm the coldest

Stack it 'til a n**ga can't fold it

Rolled in with a b**ch from beverly

She said she rolling

Twisting up a blunt

Sprayed I got 4

And then I filled her 3 holes

Like I was pullin

2 texts on my phone by the time a n**ga dipping

Tripping 'cause I f**ked er

My Jordan one stitching

Faded the limp one brought up

On hustle and pimping

These messages get ignored

If it ain't about no digits

What's the deal dawg

I'm tryna touch a couple mill though

F**k a ounce

I'm tryna see how much it feel cold

I'm Sam rothstein clean grab the shakers

In La for months

I still won't bet on the lakers

Head cracked run it back wutchu saying

Hold 'em baby sucka n**gas never playing

I'm getting head while I hit my bud

I'm in her mouth and then I'm out

We'll get back up

Uh uh uh uh uh

We'll get back up

Uh uh uh uh uh don't trip

We'll get back up

I said baby girl I do drugs

Smoke d**e and sell d**e

B**ch I'm from dc

Have the sexies off that cellphone

My motherf**ker wire tapped

N**ga owe me money 'cross the country

Tell 'em wire that

Fire that fat breezy full of tracks

Loud pack only smoking killa h**

Run in may season compton killa low

Fly sh*t 88'ers on him such a pilot

I do my own stunts

Lil n**ga don't try this

My old b**ch a dove

She got a new n**ga

Happy for 'em both

I just made a few figures

Off the motherf**king trap though

Walking through the front

But I'm leaving through the back door

Asshole

Put that on the regular

Rolling keisha never smoking regular

Never bruh

Never us

Only smoke that pollside

Get you high enough

High enough to go salute God

Yea that's death n**ga

Blow a ses n**ga

Uh uh uh uh uh

We'll get back up

Uh uh uh uh uh don't trip

We'll get back up

Ahh