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Big Pokey

Mind & Muscle

  southern rap  dirty south  h-town  rap  hip-hop
488 3 часа назад

Текст песни Big Pokey - Mind & Muscle

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Hey (hey) E May hey, turn my mic upAnd you can put some effects on it though[Chorus - 2x]Be a G in these streets, use your mind and muscleBe a savage bout your cabbage, put it down you hustleLet your nuts touch the flo`, when it`s time to tussleAh, it`s a struggle[Big Pokey]Be a G in these streets, it`s a constant struggleAlways know by trouble, I done stayed on the smuggleCartel affiliated, the whole click is cut throatFrom the bushes to the heat, we respect it with the utmostGulf Coast gangsta, multiple millionaire bankstaNo doubt, I run routes like a NFL flamerPlus we dropping the anchor, on the yachtPushing barettas dot, marking in secluded spotsAll work no play, all about my pringlesSteady dropping singles, life was sitting in the shinglesOr the estates of Vegas gated, Benz MercedesFour bitches in the back, one expecting babiesBad bitches to lay me, on the regularBlowing in my cellular, serious I`m telling youSuperior, respect the nameAnd don`t hate the nigga, hate the game[Chorus][Big Pokey]Fuck with me, I got something that`ll flatten your walletIf you want it I got it, either soft or solidGot backstreet knowledge, and don`t abide by rulesMake coughing boys crack, with the funk I useKeep the context cool, we push Benzes and vicsBricks with scorpion prints, three quarter minks and trenchesFind that ass on the bench, fucking with a contenderAt the bar I`m a big spender, 20`s are corner bendersFrom H-Town to Virginia, niggas can`t see meSince I pulled up in your city, in the big body is how you seeNiggas wanna fight me, but I weigh too many poundsKeep a chopper in the trunk, with the same amount of roundsI hit they high, kidnap they daughters and wivesLive my life on the edge of the cliff, ready to die24-365, the game gone turn uh, you better learn nigga[Chorus - 2x][Big Pokey]It`s on, this from off the top of the domeThree story, five snipers on top of my homeEverything I sport, I got the matching cologneBelt, shoes, and a hat to put onBenz on chrome, I got that thereGucci to the flo`, hopping out that thereStop that there, boy I smash the gasDump a slug like a ash, plus my nuts touch the grassA G nigga, slash the D dealerMake a 6-4 frame, leap and three wheelersSee nigga, I`m one of the onesYoung don, dope game phenomenonIn a six hund`, getting wig from a blondOne of the runners, a head hunter from TucsonTwo-ston Tex, where boys lose they legAnd depending on the nigga, you might lose your neck[Chorus - 2x]

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