919slum - TAZER текст песни

Текст песни TAZER - 919slum



Runnin' a comma, for sho'
He said that he did it, I did it some more
He flexin' his weapons, his shit all a joke
I'm smokin' my gas but I still never choke, aye
Bitch, I ball out and he broke
Bitch, I got money like, bitch, don't you know?
Whippin' the four, that's two more than my doors
Flippin' the pack and I bake it like dough, aye
That boy a joker, for sho'
He try make a message, I'm wipin' his nose
I'm puttin' his whole fuckin' trap to the floor
I'll kick in his shit if he copy my flow, aye
Who is he? Nobody knows
That is the point, this boy an unknown
But I would still take off his dome
Just like I'm Winston, I'm bustin' up ghosts
Shut 'em down like PC
Black and white hoes, static, TV, uh
Hundred rounds on Lean Street
Don't want four doors, one less than three, uh
Everybody wan' be me
By the time I end this EP, uh
I run this shit like John Cena
Bitch, you cannot see me, uh
Tazer heart haven hole
Fourth Eye, I'm angelical
Black smoke like I'm burnin' coal
But, bitch, I feel incredible
Blue rock, angle full
And your block is angel full
Ballin' on the court
But my skills are set intangibles
Runnin' a comma, for sho'
He said that he did it, I did it some more
He flexin' his weapons, his shit all a joke
I'm smokin' my gas but I still never choke, aye
Bitch, I ball out and he broke
Bitch, I got money like, bitch, don't you know?
Whippin' the four, that's two more than my doors
Flippin' the pack and I bake it like dough, aye
That boy a joker, for sho'
He try make a message, I'm wipin' his nose
I'm puttin' his whole fuckin' trap to the floor
I'll kick in his shit if he copy my flow, aye
Who is he? Nobody knows
That is the point, this boy an unknown
But I would still take off his dome
Just like I'm Winston, I'm bustin' up ghosts
That bitch have the nerve for what?
Serve puncture straight to his guts
Mario and Judah, bruh
A bitch try me, he gon' die rough
I'm still in them extra tuffs
I still wear them Air Force Ones
I can't say that I'm a thug
'Cause they say thugs, they need some love
I'm heartless bitch, go and die
Shit go down, it's you and I
Chain on me, can't wear a tie
You start shit, bitch, go and die
I just never gave a fuck
I just came to raise you up
Right into my scope
And all my shots be blowin' back, they buck
Buck
Buck, buck, buck
It's gon' buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
This is tazer heart haven hole (bitch, I'm smokin' medical)
Whiteleanpurrphoodie, lil' bitch
Runnin' a comma, for sho'
He said that he did it, I did it some more
He flexin' his weapons, his shit all a joke
I'm smokin' my gas but I still never choke, aye
Bitch, I ball out and he broke
Bitch, I got money like, bitch, don't you know?
Whippin' the four, that's two more than my doors
Flippin' the pack and I bake it like dough, aye
That boy a joker, for sho'
He try make a message, I'm wipin' his nose
I'm puttin' his whole fuckin' trap to the floor
I'll kick in his shit if he copy my flow, aye
Who is he? Nobody knows
That is the point, this boy an unknown
But I would still take off his dome
Just like I'm Winston, I'm bustin' up ghosts



Авторы: Africa Cook


919slum - TWINS
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дата релиза
18-02-2022




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