Текст песни Verse - SK8 feat. Massey
Like
damn
Daniel
look
at
them
vans.
Pop
a
zan
while
I
do
a
damn
dance.
I
got
Jay's
on
my
feet,
If
hip
hop
was
a
class
I'm
gettin
A's
on
the
beat.
Yeah,
it's
me
and
skate
on
the
beat.
We
walk
up
in
the
coup
throw
a
thousand
a
piece.
You
ain't
know
niggas?
I
got
a
crib
on
the
beach,
Fuck
around
leave
a
nigga
head
in
the
streets.
Got
that,
yeah
we
got
that
Bag
full
of
weed
in
a
Louis
backpack.
Molly
for
the
women
'cause
I
know
they
like
that
Take
another
one
and
throw
that
ass
right
back.
Throw
that
ass
right
back,
ain't
no
telling
where
we
going.
I
pull
up
to
show
and
I
get
bands
for
performing.
I
pull
up
with
some
hoes
and
they
all
get
it
going.
I
pull
up
with
some
hoes
and
kick
'em
out
in
the
morning.
Jeans
stay
ripped,
diamonds
on
the
wrist,
Hunna
dolla'
tips,
now
that
'bih
know
I'm
rich.
Money
in
the
matress,
money
on
the
shelves.
Shawty
fell
in
love
with
a
hunna
dolla
Bill.
How
you
ain't
gon'
fuck?
Bitch
I'm
me,
I'm
the
god
damn
reason
you
in
vip.
CFO
bitch
it
ain't
nothing
to
me
Nigga
say
they
getting
money
but
they
bluffing
to
me.
We
the
new
gen,
Kyle
fucking
it
up
And
if
you
ain't
strapped
yet
you
better
buckle
it
up,
You
know
my
hometown
really
fuck
wit'
tough.
I
gotta
lot
of
homies
tryna
make
it
out
of
the
rough.
Made
it
out
of
the
rough,
while
when
rockin'
the
top
And
my
paraphernalia
in
my
cars
a
lot
[?]
And
imma
fuck
the
da
lady
and
I
fuckin
twat[?]
So
o
can
get
a
license
on
this
dui.
Jeans
stay
ripped,
diamonds
on
the
wrist,
Hunna
dolla'
tips,
now
that
'bih
know
I'm
rich.
Money
in
the
matress,
money
on
the
shelves.
Shawty
fell
in
love
with
a
hunna
dolla
Bill.
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