Текст песни 59 SOUTH!! - Burner Celly

Pour a pint of lean in my liter
Stones sevyn racks each no streeter
Keep three feet like a meter
Gotta Sugar Land bitch no skeeter
Big body take two lanes
59 South
Hell yeah
Off the feeder
I think I'm chiefin California reefer
I got a glock on my hip named Grecia

Pour a pint of lean in my liter
Stones sevyn racks each no streeter
Keep three feet like a meter
Gotta Sugar Land bitch no skeeter
Big body take two lanes
59 South
Hell yeah
Off the feeder
I think I'm chiefin California reefer
I got a glock on my hip named Grecia

Celly just pulled off the lot
Gray Audi coupe
Black rims
Drop top
Cartier frames they
Jock
Jock
Push
Straight to the top
Drop top coupe
Color funyun
Grabbin on her booty
Body shaped like an onion
If my brudda gotta gun
I'm gunnin
Straigh to the smoke
No runnin
Mo. City, Texas
Too stiff
Sets all in my clique
Hoe tryna have my baby
Know how I fuck
I get all in her shit
Kissin me
Tab on her tongue now
I'm bitin' her lip
Pussy juice
I let it drip
She like it rough
So I bite on her clit

Pour a pint of lean in my liter
Stones sevyn racks each no streeter
Keep three feet like a meter
Gotta Sugar Land bitch no skeeter
Big body take two lanes
59 South
Hell yeah
Off the feeder
I think I'm chiefin California reefer
I got a glock on my hip named Grecia

Nigga not down with the mob?
You a bitch and a half
They told me to pull with X
But I'm tryna pick the bimmer or the jag
Orange star all on my beanie
Shout to check
The color of the rag
I get my clothing
Like two sizes up
A nigga be packing that mag
Yeah yeah
Stashin the mag
Don't know the brand unless you see the tag
I'm all in my bag
My clothing ain't goin for sale
Cause it's too many niggas
Drippin with my swag