DUSTY LOCANE - RUMBLE paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson RUMBLE - DUSTY LOCANE



Look
We gon' put that nigga on a TV
Put him on a shirt
Look
Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work
Listen
I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she love it
I call up Elliot, bust the Patek
Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
Bought her a ass, so I could slap it
She soakin' wet, all on the mattress
Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
Play 'bout my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet
I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments
Up in the Woo, nigga, what's crackin'?
Makin' a movie
Up it and aim at your kufi
Dripped out in Gucci
Perky got me feelin' groovy
You claim you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
Put down a pokey and get you a pipe
Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise
Glock with a sight, don't play with your life
I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she love it
I'm gon' talk that talk
Gimme me talk back too
I'm a demon on the loose
Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
And I don't play no games
Opposition's all the same
Mask up on the stain
I need the diamonds and the chains
Filled up with rage, I swished, look
Leave his body in a ditch, heh
On the gang, I won't switch
Oh, you think you hot, so we burned 'em
Leave 'em dead, that's certain
Spin his block, swervin'
Hit 'em up, closed curtain
I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she love it



Writer(s): Mercedes King, Dusty Locane


DUSTY LOCANE - RUMBLE - Single
Album RUMBLE - Single
date de sortie
05-02-2021

1 RUMBLE




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