Stinky Pete - BUMMY текст песни

Текст песни BUMMY - Stinky Pete




Carl where we at na? Carl where we at na?
Bring that bitch to the front side, she ain't got shit figured out
I ain't even got shit figured out
So we not too much different
Too much good dope in her system, can't listen
Ion got shit figured out, ion got shit figured out
Ion got shit figured out
I don't live life on the internet, bitch I live life for real
Two hoes got too drunk, got two drinks they spillin- Outside, na for real
My guts, I'm spilling, I'll pay my bail
So much head like Krillin, I might fuck up forreal
I'mma get this shit no deal ah
Put a hunnid on my meal, put a hunnid on my dental bill
A hundred on my wrist dawg, so pissed on I be pissed off
Smokin Elon Musk, I'm so high I think I'll lift off
Hunnids they all blue, I feel like I'm reppin' crip dawg
Dancing on my dick, think it's piss, but it's my pistol
Right behind my diamond chain, you know I'm holdin crystals
Right behind her diamond chains, you know she throwin' ass
I'mma hold her leg up, I don't even gotta ask
Outside to Biloxi, ah I know the money love me
I know they say I'm one of them, so I hang out with bummies
I can never say it, only thing I say is money
Hit the haha like it's funny!
Yeah, music man I'm turnt up, bitch they know that I make fye
When it turns up that I'm turnt up outside, I don't know why
Hanging with the baddies, all the baddies hangin' with that fye
Nah, I don't need security, my bruh hang with that fye
You think you so lit-lit, hanging with your older bitch
I got this money that I'm countin, it's some older shit
Say she want Balenci, but she look so good in Prada
Act like she want a piece of me, but she ain't getting nada
Yeah the devil so cute, step out in my Prada boots
Hit that bitch if she on cue, I don't got no time to lose
Hop straight out my bank, I put that shit on ain't no lie
Yeah, this bitch a straight 100, pull it out my bank can't lie
I'm on bullshit, feelin like my money type of time
Turnt up off that crank
Sippin all on that crank
Bitch we off, I can't lie!
Bitch, I'm too, bitch I'm too, bitch I'm too
Bitch, I'm too, bitch I'm too, bitch I'm too fly
(Carl, you know what to do gang, c'mon)



Авторы: Gavin Bordelon



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