Афонина Татьяна фотограф Москва
287 3 часа назад

Текст песни A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas - Ishims

A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas - Ishims слова песни

[ Party Arty ]Yo, we some known thugs, bad to the bone thugsThe feds got the phone bugged, even player-haters show loveI gotta give Tone love, we call him Trigger cause he throw slugsI sold drugs, every year, summer to summerNow it`s me and Flow pullin up Hummer to HummerGettin money while y`all cats gettin Dumber & DumberI run with cats, livin sort of savage, extortion statusPull out the nine and off with cabage, lil` faggots tossin saladsParty Arty, I push the Porsche to DallasBumpin `Horse & Carriage`, flossin caratsEverywhere I go it`s thugs and drugsOne day we bustin slugs, next day love is loveNext week it`s on again, we at war againSo warn your men, G.D., we was born to sinTake you back to the origin of thisGrab my dick and force it in your bitchFlossin in a whip, niggas gun, I`m tossin em clips[ A.G. ]I roll with puff lye niggas, do or die niggasTriple homicide niggas, y`all still my niggasSon, it`s A.G., hip hop legendYou can catch me in a silver 7Blowin l`s with my brethrenHoney think she a 10, hope she feel it`s 11I`m a 6 figure nigga `bout to make it to 7And y`all rap poem niggas get slapped and sent back homeGot more hot lines than Tac----phone, ask ToneShortie want it doggy style, I hit it like Snoop and shitYour plaques, they platinum - still ain`t recoupin shitYou rock Versace, heard you boost the shitGirls on some rooster shit, lovin me on some cupid shit(Stupid bitch) I reek havoc at seminars, showtimeLike Magic and Jabar won`t have it cause I`m AllahShorties wishin on a star, here`s one with a dick attachedThey think these wicked raps, niggas front, we get the gats[ D Flow ]Yo, I gangbang, let the pain ring, leave your brain stainedLet the chain hang, front, I`ma pop that thang-thangKnow them chicks remember a nigga like meWhen I`m done them bitches `get on the bus` like Spike LeeThe best I might be, burn you lightly with 10 barsI bend broads, big dick nigga with 10 carsOpen you up with-- Gem---stars---- your mentalsFloss every now and then, but son, I been largeListen, bitches acknowledge the don and polish the --oneGot gats with silencers on when I have my son a prophet is bornAin`t no stoppin us calm from droppin the bombRolex watch on the arm, the type to plop on your momsTrust no one, don`t talk, roll on or get stole onG.D., me and P, we get our muthafuckin flow onI make a bad bitch lick the asscrack Cause they turn me off with "can I have this, can I have that?"Hoes even ask for half the ASCAPBut I ain`t tricked since I was 16, bitch, I`m past thatNowadays pass the gat, let me dirty the shitMuthafucka, let me see how dirty you getMe and my nigga ride around in convertable shitAnd if it`s us on the track, no doubt, we murder the shitYeahG.D.Party ArtyA.G.D-FlowMy man Woo`s up in hereYeahI`m `bout to get my dance onI`ma let me see how I do my danceYo Let them hear that shit[ Woo ](Oh, you want me..?)My niggas be smokin ismsMy niggas be stackin onesMy niggas be smokin ismsMy bitches be wearin thongsMy niggas be smokin ismsMy niggas be gettin it onMy niggas be smokin isms( *coughing* )Big LRest In Peace, babyMVP#1, babyWe love you, baby

Другие песни A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas:

A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas - Ishims
3 часа назад 287 (не задано)
A.G. f Ghetto Dwellas - Underground Life
2 дня назад 276 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

Ничего не найдено.
wispoz.com © 2007-2026