Текст песни TANK GIRL - Pouya

Got me-, G-G- Got me
Got me fucked up
Got me-, got me-, got me fucked up
Got me, got me fucked up (yuh)
Got, got, got

Yeah
For the love of money
Stack it up, we get it up to the moon
I'll be six feet of fucking platoon
I roll with gorillas and fucking buffoons
Guerilla warfare, you don't really wanna go there
Baby, boom, better prepare
I light up the flares
Come out the bushes and run up the stairs, yuh

They can't care for running my money up
Yeah, don't really care 'bout the politics
Load up the hollow tips, follow me into the storm
I'm leading the way, follow me into my grave
Be precise and don't make mistakes
Then put the knife on and they can't spray
Everybody that you see today
Don't nobody get in my fucking way

I don't need my flowers
I need my check before the hour's done
You cowards never rattle me up
Blow my dick and swallow my nut
You rappers got me fucked up
These hos be getting no love
Sitting alone on my sofa
No bitches, just me and my doja

I roll up in the tank
I'ma go shoot up a bank
I'ma go hard in the paint
I call the matata that reefer
Take all of my problems away
I feel like a saint
Bitches pull up and they faint
When they see my pretty face
Wondering what will it take
To get baby bone in they place
To bust a lil' bread in his face

Drop it low, your ho was throwing it back for me
Baby bone, adapt and change the game
Switchin' lanes and Cadillacs, a bad deluxe
I'ma laugh for any fuckboy in my range
Lately been feeling the rage
I might go out with a bang
Toss me a couple grenades
Blow up the cities and watch it go down in flames
And it was I to blame

And it was I who paved the way
On my lil' underground babies
Enemies mad that I made it out
One of the greatest from the south
That three to the O to the five
Tatted on me 'til I die
Don't wanna link with you now
You got me fucked up, man
Go ahead, take my dick out your mouth

Lil' bitch, yuh
That 305, yuh
All but six, ay, yuh
Fuck boy
That 305, yuh
That 305