paroles de chanson Hammer Time - Young Dro , Spodee

Uh, uh, Hustle Gang nigga
Fuck you sayin' fool
No rappin' ass nigga man!
We da south!
We don't care nothing 'bout that shit coming out your mouth!
Swag bitch!

X2
Three, this shit dope
Bitch I'm hot but the whip cold
These bitches talkin' bout they Limber
Got these bitches in Limbo
Money real long bitch limo
Whoop a nigga ass like Kimbo
Hol' up where the muthafuckin' hood at (where the hood at?)
I'm doing this shit with my kinfolk

This shit cold,
Slow nigga down move the blitz slow
They don't see a nigga cuz the tint tho
I'm lookin' for a mothafuckin' nympho
Bricks in the goddamn Pinto
You want a couple those get the info
Break down dimes look like Mentos
If the shoes ain't a grand we don't get those
Uh, hurry up nigga this the last ki
They don't know where the fiberglass safe at
To get in that bitch you need a glass key
I'm ballin like a mothafuckin' athlete these niggas can't rap if you ask me
Check the alphabet nigga I'm the last "G"
Usain Bolt can't catch me!
Boat motor Chevy can't pass me
Pink berry mollie bitch rasby
If a nigga think he better I forgive him
" Dro spit like pac" nigga begged him
NYC nigga feel him
3Krazy flow imma get him
I don't need a bulletproof vest
I took a .45 to the stomach can't kill him!
Young Dro!

Three, I'm Gucci, ATL nigga eat sushi
$5, 000 Yorkie named Poochie
I don't want your bitch, I want coochie
On the yacht boat nigga I'm the crew chief
Sick flow bitch you gotta sue me
If a 30 year old bitch wanna do me She gotta put 30 inches on a Dually
My bitch ain't black she persian
Got a cashmere drop top 'burban
I'm ghetto ass nigga you suburban
Got waves in my head, I'm surfin'
Al Qaeda nigga with the turban
Got 20 bricks in the excursion
I'm Kush nigga you can keep "purpin"
This sac get low i'm lurkin'
Ride on a Bentley Green and White Bobby and Whitney
Poppin they kidney, way blacker than Portier Sydney
Detroit what up doe
Got Cartier with me
Got weight you wanna lift it got 20 blocks with me
I'm trill though flow lyrics up in your earlobe
5 shots u-up out the K in your ribs tho
Niggas know I'm gangsta cuz I'm up in the grill tho
I'll kill all y'all and after that? Kill more!

Got the Louis I kill em in the Premium denim
You medium nigga I make you be obedient nigga
I got flavor check out my ingredients nigga
I get higher then a balloon with helium in it
I'm really a menace rush a ho like Willie McGinnis
I'm really committed to fucking with the richest of bitches
I'm itching for digits I'm part way pimpin efficient
Bitches see the Chevrolet and get to winking and wishing:
Hey cold world with the rocks on you niggas get popped on
Like yellow shit but the color of popcorn
My bitch wrap me, I got the façon
Drop Panamera I'm gettin' my false on
Hands free phone I'm getting my top thrown
I gotta spit hard, cause my nigga Pac gone
If I ain't gettin money then nigga you bout wrong
Your broad calling the house but nigga I'm not home