paroles de chanson Stone Cool Steve Austin - Camb

Pin her down to the bed, WWE
Head between both my legs like I'm Booker T
Run up racks with my friends you lucky we meet
Ain't-I-Social? Won't talk i won't say a thing
Mama call me she tell me she pray for me
Shawty bad she lookin like some prey to eat
She get mad if they talking and say the b
Keep the gloss on her lips and paint on her feet
Said I'd do it for free now they pay the fee
Bad lil chick from the north but we on the east
All of this money stick together, i like my hunnids neat
Roll up inna whip with the gang, yea
Blow that smoke
Bad lil shawty wanna hang
Girl let's go
Niggas tryna take my shine
I can't go
Pack pulled up outside
Roll up more
Look how the boy got drive I'm in Kobe mode
Say she wanna play some games, i brought the toys and the ropes
It's a marathon I'm running like an athlete
It's feeling like a track meet
Cool ass nigga you should grab a fleece
Shawty bend it over like we stretching knees
She like Camb stop rapping baby can you sing
I'm like oh oh oh oh, now look how the pussy leak
Pull up to the show with the tints yea
You can't even see in it
Pull up to the show with the tints yea
You can't even see in it
Pull up to the show with the tints yea
You can't even see in it
Pull up to the show with the tints yea
You can't even see in it
Cool
Cool