paroles de chanson Rinky Dinky (feat. Gucci Mane) - Gucci Mane , Bankroll Freddie

Drumma Boy (drumma boy, drumma boy)

Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky records sent you a contract, what you signing for?
I got M′s but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues, I'm gettin′ head from my favorite whore

Bring a stick to every show, push the broom, no Mop and Glo
Told my goons to clear the room and kill ya soon, ya gotta go
Play, ya lay, that's where you'll stay, ya try me, be nowhere to go
Pulled up at the Texaco, shot him in his testicles

Turned him to a vegetable, we fed him shells not vegetables
We at the hospital ′cause we heard you still in critical
Double back, triple back, quadruple, cut throat, we don′t give a fuck 'bout nothin′
Walk a nigga down Sunday, throw it up magic Monday

Pockets full of money, you a monkey nigga with monkey children (monkey)
Country boys be buckin' love, how I cook, my wrist into it (country, hoo hoo hoo)
All I think is money, I don′t need no money
Don't need no jewelry (money, money)
Loyalty or nothin′, 1017 to embalming fluid (loyal)

Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky records sent you a contract, what you signing for (signing for)
I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues, I'm gettin′ head from my favorite whore

Clip long as a pringle can, can′t get you, we get your man
Don't go playing with my bands, we kidnap you like Ricky Tan
I got bows, ayy, by the ton, BKM, we having fun
Go nowhere without my gun, you play, I put a hole in one

Got .223s and ARs, we hollering, who want war with us
That boy tough up on the net, but ′round us he a whore to us
Got rich up off of grass, but I can't lie, I middleman some dust
My plug, he had ′em 28, you know I Scottie Pippened him

Was born with some pimp in him, his pop a whore, got simp in him
This AK might rip through him, he say my name, don't mention him
My trap house, it be rolling, even when I′m gone up on my tour (skrr, skrr)
So if you got it, come and shop, just have your bread
Ayy, swing my door (swing my door)

Clip long as an ironing board, heard it broke his spinal cord
Rinky Dinky records sent you a contract, what you signing for (signing for)
I got M's but want some more, I sell dope, got bricks galore
On the road like eights and vogues, I'm gettin′ head from my favorite whore