paroles de chanson BeatRock - YoungLeak

Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock

Seren- serendipity, shorty slidin to tha crib she say she tryina strip for me
Back in grade school a nigga used to be tha symphony
Grew up wit some niggas on my back I had it sent for me
I done came from a van to a beamer, you said that was ya man, just point tha finger
Bitches hangin in tha dick just like a leamer
You know I like some coffee wit my creamer, coffee wit my creamer
I could off you wit a finger, aint no bitch up on my line aint tryina linger
Like woah woah woah, no no no, we dont like no hoe hoe hoe in tha floor floor floor
So get up out tha door door door tryina blow blow blow, lil hoe hoe hoe

Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock

Do my schmoney dance on a bitch, hit my money dance on a bitch
Do my funny dance on a bitch, hit my running man on a bitch
Yea I used to work the POS woah, first bitch was a POS woah
How you know but aint see the arrest, lil mama lookin dainty in tha dress
Dainty dainty dainty how you talkin shit but you aint made no cake or bacon
Far as Im concerned my nigga you is just a fake n, fuck around n find ya lil body in a lake n

Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock

No im not, what the fuck tho
5, 4, 3, 2 let ya butt show
Shorty thick a rednose need a muzzle
Wanna handle that nigga need some muscle

Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock
Imma let tha beat rock