paroles de chanson Malt Liquor Freestyle - Billy Woods

Don′t try to run up like one time
Amateur night with all them punchlines
On the scale, your shit is a dime
Or that D.C. ground wouldn't be toasting the town
Holding most of them pound, light up the city
Pass it around, don′t quote me nigga
I ain't said shit, easy does it, money better have my bitch
Bill flow too nice, somebody gon' snitch
Pocket Glen Gary leaves, just ask Murray and Mitch
Cold facts when I pitch, all black like his
We don′t mix unless you talking ′bout cigars
And some metaphors and spinach
Or maybe your wife and my latest fetish