Zomby - Pillz текст песни

Yeah

Gucci Mane is in the building!

So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track

We goin' to the club we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck

Is you rollin'

B**** I might be

Girl he geeked up

B**** I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

East Atlanta slum man is where I come from

Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue

Now everything was gravy 'til yo' b**** came in

'Bout the same time that that thang kicked in

Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body

I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body

Ain't yo' name lil' Trina? Cause you look like Janet Jackson

I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action

Gucci Mane, you stupid man I love the way you flowin

Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin'

On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle

The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple

"Gucci, show time!" Give me five mo' minutes

And a cold orange juice, cause I'm really really trippin'

Went to the strip club and requested "I'm Da Man"

The next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands

Is you rollin'

B**** I might be

Girl he geeked up

B**** I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no d***

Neva took a pill or neva ate a b****

You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now

But I wish I had a lie detector test right now

You say you married, well b**** you might be

But I bet your husband ain't icy like me

She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee

With them dopeman Nikes and them Jordache jeans

I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me

I'm the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me

Pop one pop two two halves thats three

Ain't no waffle house baby, hell I can't eat

Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme

Wearing Dolce's in the club cause you know the boy geeked

Top the top on that thang let you see my seats

We've been rollin rollin rollin we ain't slept in weeks

Is you rollin'

B**** I might be

Girl he geeked up

B**** I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

Gucci Mane La Flare, n**** get your mind right

Order Cris by the twelve like a case of Bud Light

Sell kush by the bale so you kno might s*** tight

7: 30 in the morning on an all-night flight

I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty

So tell me when to go like my name E-40

A rich rock star n**** I'm gonna party

Got a party pack of pills thats at least bout 40

I'll pour them in your hand like a bag of jelly beans

Take two of these pills, call me in the morning

Fifty thousand pills man I'm so real

Three dollars for a pill; that's a damn good deal

Is you rollin'

B**** I might be

Girl he geeked up

B**** I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

Shit well baby I might be. But got damn what is you doin. You jockin' a playa. You ch-Chewy ova here right. Look I ain't K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum. What I'm doin is not your business. But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. I'mma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you what ever you drankin. Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices and we'll be straight how bout that. And is you straight? Is you single or is you married?

Zomby - Pillz

Текст песни Pillz - Zomby