paroles de chanson Nostrils Full of That Eddie Cane - Jarren Benton
Jarren
Benton!
SMKA
Nigga
wassup
I'm
lost
in
a
world
made
of
808
808,
beat
up
blocks
Jarren
Benton,
he
don't
stop
SMKA,
we
gon'
rock
Speakers
blown
on
my
speaker
box
Wood
grain,
Chevy
day
Superman
was
Lois
Lane
Night
of
the
Living
Dead,
we
want
brain
Blow
on
a
O,
on
that
Mary
Jane
Trunk
trunk,
raddle
it,
let
it
bang
Nostrils
full
of
that
Eddie
Kane
Me
I'm
tryna
get
faded,
man
If
is
that
fire,
nigga
let
it
flame
She
like
that,
it
won't
you
let
it
rain
Always
money,
ho
you
insane
Trigger
on
that
bitch,
know
who
that
lane
Don't
stop,
get
it,
get
it,
do
that
thing
Cadillac
grown,
Cadillac
gone
Click-click
blah,
handle
that
chrome
Heavy
metal
that
will
put
a
crack
on
that
dome
Sucka
ass
nigga
better
paddle
back
home
TPG,
Eastside
zone
Fuck
up
the
booth
when
I
beast
those
songs
Kickin'
down
the
fuckin'
door
to
get
a
little
bit
of
dough
Then
hop
in
that
coupe
nigga,
peace
I'm
gone
808
bumpin',
the
speakers
are
jumpin'
The
bass
just
tumpin'
The
beat
keeps
pumpin'
And
we
got
it,
we
got,
we
got
it,
we
got
it
She
wanna
fuck
with
that
nigga
cause
think
that
I
got-got-got
When
I
pull
up
in
the
Oldschool
Six
Deuce
Leanin'
low,
beatin'
down
your
block-block-block
Feeling
so
screwed
then
chop-chop-chop
Girl
get
low
then
drop-drop-drop
Fuck
around
with
SMKA
and
J
you
will
get
shot-shot-shot
Get
it?
Yeah!
Cash
rules
everything
nigga,
Wu-Tang
Batmobile
nigga,
black
Bruce
Wayne
UFO
with
the
triple
gold
D's
and
the
20's
in
the
back
kick
Liu
Kang
Suicide
doors,
Kurt
Cobain
Fresh
to
the
graveyard
6 shoot
game
Hit
the
pussy,
beat
the
pussy,
fuck
from
the
back
all
night
And
I
don't
even
know
her
name
Why
they
hate
on
that
808
that
thing
that
go
I'm
here
to
take
over
and
innovate
so
wanna
lock
doors,
it
ain't
safe
GA
red
clay,
dope
on
wax
Fiends
get
hooked
then
they
can't
go
back
Feeling
it
so,
this
that
crack
Put
it
in
your
pipe
nigga,
inhale
that
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