paroles de chanson Say No More - Germ
Tell
that
bitch
to
stop
Funked
out,
loced
out
(Tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
Funked
out
funked
out
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
bitch
to
stop)
Funked
out
funked
out
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
bitch
to
stop)
Funked
out
funked
out
Bitch,
it's
been
a
lil'
minute,
just
peep
how
I
kick
it
My
fingers
been
itching,
been
thumbed
through
a
million
Mama
told
me,
"Boy,
listen,
it
get
tricky"
Cop
at
the
door
said
I
got
the
cup
with
me
Problems
been
problems
since
Bobby
and
Whitney
Pockets
been
loaded,
know
this
shit
gеt
eerie
Poetically
speakin',
on
point
likе
a
deacon
I'm
seasoned
for
tweakin',
just
give
me
a
reason
Bitches
been
bitchin',
don't
move
like
I'm
interested
Sorry,
bitch,
I
got
no
love
for
that
simple
shit
Lipton
on
ice,
I'm
outside
tryna
freak
a
bitch
Movin'
accordingly,
slick
master
penmanship
Vibes
in
this
bitch,
done
fucked
up
like
that
Melly
shit
Who
I'ma
trust?
Casket
closed
We
will
never
know,
alone
in
the
Rolls
Don't
want
no
shots
in
the
dome,
take
me
home
Funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
bitch
to
stop)
Funked
out
funked
out
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
bitch
to
stop)
Funked
out
funked
out
Seat
sat
back
at
the
red
light
Flashes
from
the
headlights
Keep
a
nigga
mind
racing
every
night
Rumble
from
motor
got
the
lil'
bitch
mouth
achin'
I
been
runnin'
laps,
I
think
I
need
me
new
ankles
Only
out
at
night,
I
think
I
like
a
lil'
danger
Time
after
time,
I
done
learned
keep
your
banger
Back
from
the
dead,
I
done
spawned
out
the
manger
Hit
her
with
the
dick
and
made
her
tap,
Kurt
Angle
Bodies
in
the
bushes,
think
I'm
doing
favors
Mama
never
loved
you,
send
you
on
your
way
Slide
for
the
guys,
never
trip
'bout
no
favors
Crammed
in
my
backseat,
bitches
come
all
flavors
This
right
here
for
all
my
losers
Don't
you
forget,
you
can't
let
it
consume
you
Put
down
that
Ruger,
boy
Lookin'
foolish,
holes
in
your
medulla,
boy
Funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
bitch
to
stop)
Funked
out
funked
out
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
nigga
stop)
Funked
out
funk
funked
out,
loced
out
(I
ain't
got
nothin'
to
say,
tell
that
bitch
to
stop)
Funked
out
funked
out
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