Songtexte ARSENAL (feat. juggpob) - AK Juice feat. juggpob

Aight, drop me a couple of hundred's, a trick
At the top of my ass, and I scrub out the knife
The record from out the mouth, get spied
On my eye, look like a dog up in Rivas
I ain't go fuck in a hole without using a rubber
I ain't having no motherfucking baby
I say shorty unique, pretty petite, gone by Peter the cake
I ain't... Tote, but he got heat with the bleep
I ain't gon' spend on no whore if I wanna cash out
I'ma buy me a couple of sticks
She like the way that I talk, way that I walk
Bitch, you're a four-footed bitch
All this design I bought, fly like a hoe
Bitch, you're a four-footed bitch

I ain't, just where you at
For the you meet, I'm with God
Stepping with shit like a witch
I leave running my feet and might finish it all with the time
Touchin' cologne for the pissy before I go
Dip in my pack and some heat for the rhyme
So where I'ma hoffin' a hip-hop for nigga, attemptin' to be a saline

I ain't snitch k, if I know somethin' illegal
I'm takin' that shit to the grave
I'd make hate, if we don't know how
I'm steppin', then keep it that way
If you upset, I don't like talkin' my
Chopper, it's also the phallic complaint
Push it to red, shoot from the three like I'm stiff and I bail him up

Aight, drop me a couple of hundred's, a trick
At the top of my ass, and I scrub out the knife
The record from out the mouth, get spied
On my eye, look like a dog up in Rivas
I ain't go fuck in a hole without using a rubber
I ain't having no motherfucking baby
I say shorty unique, pretty petite, gone by Peter the cake
I ain't... Tote, but he got heat with the bleep
I ain't gon' spend on no whore if I wanna cash out
I'ma buy me a couple of sticks
She like the way that I talk, way that I walk
Bitch, you're a four-footed bitch
All this design I bought, fly like a hoe
Bitch, you're a four-footed bitch

You can smell drink when I talk, I came out the north
You gon' see a four when I piss
That last nigga tried to get off, he thought he got lost
But we had it back though, the bigs
My shooter, you shoot with no ball, get off on the low
Bro, we got your drive from a bitch
So after I crack, throw eight K to bitch
No, we cannot kiss, I just give a dick, yo

Yo
I'ma get another head time
Nigga know not to fool my guy
Let him butt down on me and get permanent bedtime
I knew that there wasn't no shit
When he potty got hit we done spit through like three times
But lately been running no chicken
And stand out the way cause he life he can't rewind

Yeah, I told him come on with
We buggin' for pause, let's get it
That nigga he trollin' and chippin'
He bull but he die with that gliss
Ain't droppin' no hints but they get back
It's secret, don't make it in route
Then I'm sliming the seat
I'm stashing bows in the chin

Aight, drop me a couple of hundred's, a trick
At the top of my ass, and I scrub out the knife
The record from out the mouth, get spied
On my eye, look like a dog up in Rivas
I ain't go fuck in a hole without using a rubber
I ain't having no motherfucking baby
I say shorty unique, pretty petite, gone by Peter the cake
I ain't... Tote, but he got heat with the bleep
I ain't gon' spend on no whore if I wanna cash out
I'ma buy me a couple of sticks
She like the way that I talk, way that I walk
Bitch, you're a four-footed bitch
All this design I bought, fly like a hoe
Bitch, you're a four-footed bitch