Текст песни Take You Down - $Wagg Dinero & Lil Mister

HOOK We Take Ya Down
Better Watch Yo Mouth
I Pray To God I Don't Spaz Out
For The Opp Right Now
I'm Off This Surf
I'm Off My Body Smoking Dope Right Now
This Bitch Say She Hear Her Phone
Move That Bitch Around
We Take You Down
We Take You Down
Better Watch Yo Mouth
I Pray To God I Don't Spaz Out
For The Opp Right Now
I'm Off This Surf
I'm Off My Body Pouring Up Right Now
Texting Clout Like Robin Horey
Move That Around
Move That Around

Swagg This Be Dinero Ho Know My Name
I Never Flip, I Never Went Against The Grain
You These Niggas Hatting On Me, I Hope That Change
I Then Ran My Check Up Off Raps And Stains
I Heard These Niggas Want Me Fuck That About
Find His Crib And Take His Mommy Bitch Shut Yo Mouth
I Play With Cannons When I'm Rolling, I Love That Sound
This Shit I Smoke Smell Like Money, Smoking Meth
JoJoGang You Know The Squad, You Heard About Us
I Only Tucked My Fucking Pole, In Pole I Trust
070 075, Bitch We The Guys
You Hate On Me But Can't Catch Up
You Still In Line
I'm On My Grind She Wanna Fuck
She Seen The Nine
Make It Rain Out The Four
Wet Up Yo Block
Niggas Hoes They Ain't On Nothing, Get Off My Cock
It's Me And Mister Riding With Me, With Pumps And Glocks
And Sending Shots

HOOK We Take Ya Down
Better Watch Yo Mouth
I Pray To God I Don't Spaz Out
For The Opp Right Now
I'm Off This Surf
I'm Off My Body Smoking Dope Right Now
This Bitch Say She Hear Her Phone
Move That Bitch Around
We Take You Down
We Take You Down
Better Watch Yo Mouth
I Pray To God I Don't Spaz Out
For The Opp Right Now
I'm Off This Surf
I'm Off My Body Pouring Up Right Now
Texting Clout Like Robin Horey
Move That Around
Move That Around

Lil Mister I'm Aiming For The Top, You Know I Got A Strong Taste
My Eyes Be Super Red, You'll Think I Got Masce
This Shit I Smoke Is Strong, I Call It Heavy Waist
And These Niggas Super Small, I Call Them Feather Weight
Get You Eat Off My Heels, She Be All Up In My Face
I Told That Thotiana Bitch Get Back And Give A Nigga Space
Space Juice Got Me Gone, Feel I'm Outer Space
If A Nigga Talking Down, We Gonna Throw Him In The Lake
My Niggas Carry Big Bands In A Suit Case
And If You Ain't Talking Nero Nigga It's A Close Case
And This Paper Chase We Count Up, Till Are Fingers Ate
Make That 100 Round Off Like A Nigga On A Date
My Niggas Catching Bodies, Free My Boys From Behind The Gates
When We Get A Lot Of Money Cracking Cars And Hitting Crates
Bought A Crate Full Of Guns 30's And Them 8's
100 Round Drums Where It A'int Safe

HOOK We Take Ya Down
Better Watch Yo Mouth
I Pray To God I Don't Spaz Out
For The Opp Right Now
I'm Off This Surf
I'm Off My Body Smoking Dope Right Now
This Bitch Say She Hear Her Phone
Move That Bitch Around
We Take You Down
We Take You Down
Better Watch Yo Mouth
I Pray To God I Don't Spaz Out
For The Opp Right Now
I'm Off This Surf
I'm Off My Body Pouring Up Right Now
Texting Clout Like Carley Horey
Move That Around
Move That Around