paroles de chanson Suit Case Switch (feat. Freddie Gibbs) - Verbal Kent , Freddie Gibbs
I
have
lived
my
life...
I
have
dreamed
my
dreams
Now
death,
take
me
away
Ayo
my
raps
are
like
the
facts
of
life
We
are
less
alike
Your
raps
are
{pause}
just
like
the
cast
of
Facts
Of
Life
Let
me
cast
a
light
Shed
it
even
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
getting
even
Cause
if
I
did
I'd
be
in
the
crib
in
a
Posture'
Monster,
underneath
the
bed
you're
sleeping
Drink
'til
I'm
real
real
wildly
Grab
a
pen
can't
stop
me
Fuck
around
re-write
Kill
Bill
Have
Uma
Thurman
kill
Bill
Cosby
Have
a
puddy
puddy
pop
in
his
asshole
Make
him
pop
pills,
wake
up
buck
naked
Ass
up,
pants
tied
with
his
mouth
all
gag
faced
Standin'
in
the
ground
in
a
sandcastle
I'm
a
motherfucking
master,
ask
the
body
No
asterisk,
I'll
body
bag
somebody
So
acrobatic,
I'll
bet
you're
acrobotic,
Inspector
Gadget
Go-Go
Robo
Jackson
body
Never
been
a
better
metaphor
for
a
slinger
Show
me
a
beat
I
ain't
a
four
four
king
of
And
I'll
fork
over
a
full
four
course
dinner
I'm
gonna
put
four
little
holes
in
a
foe
denim
You
keep
closing
the
suitcase
bitch
I
keep
doe
in
a
suitcase
bitch
Two
identicals,
do
a
suitcase
switch
Pay
me
your
Adrian
Peterson
switch
Maybe
get
rich
Eat
at
Gibson's
on
a
Tuesday
lunch
Got
a
hunch
Tuesday
you'll
beat
the
Liquor
Boy
Towne
Center
every
Tuesday
brunch
Now
I
lay
me
down
to
sleep
Bad
bitch
laying
right
next
to
me
Sexing
me,
wake
up,
beat
that
{pause}
with
my
diamond
teeth
These
niggas
be
downing
me
These
hoes
should
be
crowning
me
Crowning
me,
G.I.
nigga
Church/crack
house
niggas
both
down
the
streets
Which
one
you
gon'
run
to?
How
much
bread
can
he
run
through?
Digging
in
the
muhfucking
pack,
man
you
can't
make
back
what
the
dope
man
front
you
[?]
homicide
is
what
it
come
to
Black
masks
when
we
come
through
12
gauge
hit
him
in
his
ribs
cause
a
motherfucker
did
what
a
nigga
can't
undo
Bloody
murder,
murder
Nah,
nah
can't
take
that
back
Fuck
the
Feds
I
won't
tell
'em
shit,
go
to
my
grave
with
that
Homeboy
wanna
go
half
on
a
brick,
yeah
yeah
I
stay
with
that
Had
some
snitches
slip
through
the
clique
Might
bring
my
pager
back
I
don't
know
why
these
niggas
be
downing
me
These
hoes
should
be
crowning
me
Cop
a
pound,
half
a
pound,
quarter
pound,
an
ounce
from
me
Bought
a
bitch
a
pair
of
J's,
she's
bagging
dope
and
count
for
me
New
Jack
City
with
the
titties
out
Turn
around
and
see
what
this
dick
about
Gibbs
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.