paroles de chanson CBFW - Danger Da Mac

DJ Kidd, this a hit fasho

You know what's going on, man
Gwalla gang official
Danger Da Mac, TGOD

I'm back in that mode again
Back to stack them cho's again
Cut back on them hoes again
I get pissed off, can't hold it in

I'm back in that mode again
Back to stack them cho's again
Cut back on them hoes again
I get pissed off, can't hold it in

I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit

I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
Bitch, I can't be fucked, wit

I'm having motion i stay in the loop
just bought a kay and im praying to shoot
Ain't gotta problem with stepping on niggas
I got more a problem with paying the troops

I'm Neosporin I stay in the cut
Get a air mattress and lay in the cut
im the type, spend a whole day in the cut
Niggas must think I'm playing or what

And this little bitch, she been all on my dick
And I know she a slut, let me play in her butt
Come on her face and she playing the nut
He come out the house and I'm spraying him up

Gwalla gang nobody bigger than us
War with whoever, the city get flushed
In love with bitches don't fuck with you niggas
So I'ma keep running my enemies up

I'ma keep watching my enemies drop
Perk ten, plenty to pop
I got'em spooked, gotta pay me to stop
And you can't pay him to say he a opp

Why do these rappers be lying and shit
You spent but you shot, like, you trying to miss
Ain't trying to live, they be dying to diss
Im chef boy' r Danger I'm frying a bitch

I'm back in that mode again
Back to stack them cho's again
Cut back on them hoes again
I get pissed off, can't hold it in

I'm back in that mode again
Back to stack them cho's again
Cut back on them hoes again
I get pissed off, can't hold it in

I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit

I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
Bitch, I can't be fucked, wit

You piss me off, I'ma get you today
Stepping on whoever getting away
Call up my uncle, go sit in the A
Hate when I'm distant and missing the play

Gwalla gang I put this shit on the town
Do your homework, I'll put shit in the ground
Police ass nigga, your bitch want me
If she come over here, then I'm dicking her down

Two many summers was missing a crown
Now that I'm back, I ain't fucking around
Sixteen months just stuck in the jam
Now they act like they don't know who I am
But you know me i aint giving a damn
Back in the trap with it 50 a gram

Now I'm back bucking and ducking the law
Ain't cutting nothing, I'm bucking the raw
Keep on your panties, I'm fucking your jaw
Pull out my pockets, ain't nothing for y'all

Tell the little niggas stop playing with me
Already know how it's going with me
He send a shot and I'm throwing him three
Ask where I'm from and they knowin' the E

Cut off these hoes, they annoying to me
They fall in love how I'm throwing the D

I'm back in that mode again
Back to stack them cho's again
Cut back on them hoes again
I get pissed off, can't hold it in

I'm back in that mode again
Back to stack them cho's again
Cut back on them hoes again
I get pissed off, can't hold it in

I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit

I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
I can't be fucked, wit
Bitch, I can't be fucked, wit

Can't be fucked with, can't be fucked with

Can't be fucked with, bitch I can't be fucked with