paroles de chanson On the Road - ManMan Savage

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ManMan Savage

I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove
I'm on the road, I'm good with road, what kind of road
I'm doing donuts, spinning out on any road
My linen clothes shining like some fucking gold

I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove
I'm good with road, I'm on the road, what kind of road
Doing donuts, spinning out on any road
My linen clothes shining like some fucking gold

Them birds they come in planes from all over the globe
When they touch down in the city they land on grip with road
I'm on immortal road, fuck what you niggas told
The streets told, that's why a nigga never fold

I keep a big bankroll and I bet it won't never fold
I bet your bitch she wanna fuck soon as I hit the door
Oh we on go, yeah all my niggas they on go
I bet she go, watch how her panties hit the floor

That drippy nose, she steady sniffing on the blow
No I don't know, and I ain't even tryna know
And I'ma dress it back and get some dough
Now I'ma dress it back and fuck your ho
Savage, aye

I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove
I'm on the road, I'm good with road, what kind of road
I'm doing donuts, spinning out on any road
My linen clothes shining like some fucking gold

I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove
I'm good with road, I'm on the road, what kind of road
Doing donuts, spinning out on any road
My linen clothes shining like some fucking gold

She say she might just snap a picture, strike a pose
I gives a fuck about a bitch or what she told
And you know I ain't falling, I'll never fall
You told your hand, that's why I played the whole road

And you know I got partners locked up down the road
And you gon' have to pay me to come down the road
My niggas always posted up up on the road
Yeah they road running, they chasing nothing but dough

But I could teach you niggas how to flip it though
You know I like to count up nothin' but digits ho
You know I ain't gon' fuck 'round with no stankin' ho
You know just what I smoke, it smell like thank you ho

I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove
I'm on the road, I'm good with road, what kind of road
I'm doing donuts, spinning out on any road
My linen clothes shining like some fucking gold

I'm on the road, I'm in the bowl, I'm over the stove
I'm good with road, I'm on the road, what kind of road
Doing donuts, spinning out on any road
My linen clothes shining like some fucking gold