paroles de chanson HIM DUNCAN - Pattywhop

Pour up the green, and I'm feeling lucky
Wocky baby, this ain't Robitussin
Rocky baby, all my hooks be punching
Joe Johnson, on the strap I'm clutching

MPF Flow, nigga fuck 'em
Live on death row, niggas sunk in
Popped a hoodie, nigga got a donut
Bank open like Tim Duncan

Double cup, glue it to my hands
I was in the stands while these niggas ballin'
Now I'm wallin' and I took it further
Than them other niggas who be in my corner

We was bros, used to Warner Brother
Seen him on the TV, man this shit get ugly
We was really in the field
Every single bottle sealed

Rip the seal away like it's my shield
Banana Clips, made them niggas peel
Out my shell, I'm finally tryna heal
Bet on me, the cards I had to deal with

(Stucky)
Them city bitches really turning yucky
Mask on like Rodney Stuckey
Jumper broke, cause the shovel rusty

Have you ever really gripped a steel?
Have you ever caught an L, for real?
Catching L's since Duke had Jahlil
You could hold my balls like centerfield

—La Droga be handing out superpowers
Pissing syrup since 11th grade
World begging for a Golden Shower
All these people getting high off me

Pour up the green and I'm feeling lucky
Wocky baby, this ain't Robitussin
Rocky baby, all my hooks be punching
Joe Johnson, on the strap I'm clutching

MPF Flow, nigga fuck 'em
Live on death row, niggas sunk in
Popped a nigga, hoodie got a donut
Bank open like Tim Duncan

Bank open heard the chicken clucking
Early bird never gave a fuck
Early bird put his head down
And he go to work, if the worm ain't coming

Shitted too much, he need a plumber
Stuck on vibes, every other summer
FTG, we like dumb and dumber
The dumbest nigga made the smartest money

Shoutout to BaBa
(Baba!)
Keeping my cloudy days a lil' Sonny
How ima catch rays while thumbin'?
Running through the money, going to my tummy
Wallet lacking bread, pockets be on crummy
Risen from the dead, call me Patty Mummy
Bullet to his mind, now he thinking ugly
(Bullet in my mind)
Had me going dummy

Rollin
Rolling (Rolling)
Rollin
Rolling (Rolling)
Hmmm
Rolling
Rolling
Rolling (Rollin)
Rollin (Rolling)
Rollin

Pour up the green, and I'm feeling lucky
Wocky baby, this ain't Robitussin
Rocky baby, all my hooks be punching
Joe Johnson, on the strap I'm clutching

MPF Flow, nigga fuck 'em
Live on death row, niggas sunk in
Popped a nigga, hoodie got a donut
Bank open like Tim Duncan