paroles de chanson 911 - Panic

It time.
Lock in.
[Chorus]
Go hoodlums, go thugs
All my street niggas,
Movin' them drugs.
Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich
I know the ready ain't really goin' like this
But
Go hoodlums, go thugs
All my street niggas,
Movin them drugs.
Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich
I know the ready ain't really goin' like this
But
I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking
But no body really saying what a thug be thinking.
See they bitches don't know you
Till you come with the Lincoln.
Or the Porsche eyes lift up like the car was winking.
Real niggas on the block
Wit big dimes in his sock
You bet somewhere is a glock
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