Songtexte Puss 'N' Boot $ - Allé Al feat. Ling Sports

(Yeah)
Give me cred after knocking your boots
And some head shit that knock off my shoes
I won't dead you yet my puss in boots

(Woah)
I won't let up the beat came from Luke

Ain't recognize u little boo, It was dark in dat room, Plus H-Town blew our roof
Socks mix & match, I was amused
Clip you Zubac, got ties up in Europe

Houston, shit damn think I mentioned to soon
Must be off syrup, Ram you like Coop
Sax-phone I play you, ghost bust then I book it
Book it like Dana White does with promotion

It's Mister Cheat on you with stu
Listen I'm in the booth & just popped a tooth
I'm talking like Lawler, That's Rave Principle
The principle, Nigga got princess pull

Pull up on my timing, when I hit your phone
Hit my best spitter tho, fire in booth
So many styles, man I got the groupies
Round 3 AM, shawty got it no bullshit

I bought some zips not the rental, more dope
& the way that I'm hitting Daisy Duke is over
In power bomb 'sitions, throw u bove my shoulders
David Bautista? More like Bubba Dudley
& Table these bitches, even Mae no young ins
Fountain of youth, bump Nipsey when I hustle
Ain't movin bricks or shoot 'em I ain't tRussell
Duskin a Dawn, Well Hayek we could tussle

(Damn)

(Yeah)
Give me cred' after knocking your boots
And some head shit that knock off my shoes
I won't dead you yet my puss in boots

(Woah)
I won't let up the beat from Luke
Off her numbers in box, issa a movie
Chest or box bitch I'm robbing all loot

(Uh huh)
When we was kids, we played with the poppers
Every penny gon' need her Oscar
So I check up on her like a doctor
Or niggas gon' ride and rock it

That pussy Mustang, I'ma dodge it
Automatic in tune it's a Honda
She frontin' on niggas up behind her
I keep it on the fold, no binder

(No Cap)

(Wait)

It's funny, but funny get hit
No love, that money ain't shit
Yeah, this one for Sonny and Rick

Boy, they call me a dog like Vick
They gon' watch how I learn how to switch
In position, I be learnin' from a Mitch
Need a little baby, stir it with a kick

Get me hot, I be burnin' like a whip
Get in her boots, I be learnin' how to flip
No kids, but she learnin' how to trick
Up and down, we be goin' to town

Toy, baby, we ain't toyin' around
I be feelin' love while you be lovin' you down
That head gon' deserve a prayer
And that pussy gon' deserve a pound

DK, I'ma swerve around
Clock out, but I be workin' you out
Funny how all the virgins be twerkin' out
Then they go to church without a doubt

But that stomach be hurtin' you now
Last night, no cap, last night, no cap, no cap
Uh-huh, I was snackin' those boots
God,

(Aight, Let me here that)