Текст песни MailRoom Freestyle - Li Cincoo

Like a rocket, I take off, I'm gone I'm up on these Drugs, and these bitches got
Me in my zone Hell nah, ain't no pressure with you, Boy
Better grab that switch, cause I ain't doin' extra with You, boy
Hop on this beat, I just walk it down My niggas real Quiet, all you hear is sounds

This music blastin' through your speakers, nigga
Remember, I was at the house, tryna gamble for Some sneakers, nigga
Shut out the mail room, bringin' loads in Rich off K2, Nigga, yeah, we got them bows in
Pretty perky titties, she a P, baby, let me suck em

Mister never keep a bitch, I don't love em, I just love To slut em
And that bitch think she a dime, well, I got dimes a Dozen
I ain't doin' no dirty work with niggas, I only love my Cousin
No ID, nigga, call me McLovin' The baddest bitch up in the club, I'm the

One she fuckin' I'm the one she with, I'm the one she Want
I don't know who you is, I don't know what you want
This choppa get his friend, it won't leave you alone
All these Glocks up on me now, I can't leave em' alone

Poppin' shit, nigga, that's just how I cam' That's just How I was raised, nigga, that's
Just how I was fuckin' made House was full of Roaches, we can't wait to raid And when I get done, Sit back and count how
Much I made today I been gettin' paid since a little nigga

Tryna take a different route, but baby, I'm a hood, nigga
1942, I know that she gon' go Casamigos for them Down, dirty broke
Hoes Motion sickness, nigga, I'm havin' a boatload
She eager to suck the dick through the zipper, I'm like, hold on

Bitch, I can't hear the beat, nigga, turn it up
I get behind that hoe, nigga, then I turn her up
Let a real nigga in Biggest smile up on my face, when Them pills
Comin' in Babe, I know you feel when I'm in

Be happy I let you get a taste of real nigga skin
Why the beat keep slowin' down Ain't no bigger Trapper when the members
In the town I know they feel me comin' now
This shit is undeniable, unapproachable, en route

Tell them pussies, move it on I max this shit out, you Can feel the energy
In my song Diamonds on my neck, water
Diamonds in my teeth, that's some water, too
My son three, you better hide your daughter I just Hit your bitch, so he bound to hit

Your daughter, too W-W-C-D, what would cinco do
Or go make a play, then you multiply by two, nigga
Get you some pape, nigga
That's what I do, I get some money

Nigga, get some money
Nigga, go and get some money