wifisfuneral - Motion текст песни

Текст песни Motion - wifisfuneral



TNO, run that shit
You know what I′m sayin', you know what I′m sayin'
You know what I'm sayin′, ayy, uh, uh (yeah-yeah, yeah)
This is a mop, this is a stick, this is a chop, please don′t get hit
Uh, ayy, yuh
I pop a pill, I'm in that motion, now I′m floatin'
Zoomin′ in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I'm coolin′, posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don't know him
I pop a pill, I'm in that motion, now I′m floatin′
Zoomin' in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I′m coolin', posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don′t know him
Yuh, ayy
This is a mop, this is a stick, this is a chop, please don't get hit
Runnin′ this shit, he gon' get hit,
Try like a zombie, that's what it is
Okay, like slime, he wiped his nose like he off the angel, no dust
Okay, like paps, he got that four-five, if he aim, he gon′ bust
I got my racks up, watch your act up
Should I slide down in the Range Rover or the Lamb′ truck?
I just popped off of these Percs, I swear that I'm gon′ spaz, son
Spent six thousand on my fist, them diamonds stripper-dancin'
I pop a pill, I′m in that motion, now I'm floatin′
Zoomin' in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I'm coolin′, posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don′t know him
I pop a pill, I'm in that motion, now I′m floatin'
Zoomin′ in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I'm coolin′, posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don't know him
Ayy, man, okay
Alright, I ditched the world like stop
That, barely can breathe, can't process
Please excuse my rude attitude ′cause I′m known to pop shit
I'm in a Demon off a blue and 12 already know they can′t stop shit
Better yet, bring her back, it's boom
I break her back and cut the nonsense
Couldn′t been broke, boy, like stop it, diggin' deep in my pockets
All them big bands in my pants
Couldn′t even fit my wallet, them knots big
Uh, my dawg he pull up with two? Uh, you think he sellin' the food
Uh, we shot the brains out the coupe
I pop a pill, I'm in that motion, now I′m floatin′
Zoomin' in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I′m coolin', posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don′t know him
I pop a pill, I'm in that motion, now I′m floatin'
Zoomin' in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I′m coolin′, posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don't know him
Uh, we shot the brains out the coupe
I pop a pill, I′m in that motion, now I'm floatin′
Zoomin' in that white foreign, bitch, no Lindsay Lohan
I just fucked up like ten bands and now I′m coolin', posted
Oh, that nigga? He not my mans, he talked to feds, don't know him



Авторы: Christian Garcia, Isaiah Rivera, Dennis Cordoba


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28-08-2020




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