Текст песни C-Bo f Killa Tay - Enemy of the State, слова песни C-Bo f Killa Tay

Текст песни C-Bo f Killa Tay - Enemy of the State

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I`m on a mission for money, dreams n` Bentleys n` FerrarrisInfluenced by the biggest ballas now bitches wanna call usPicture me with all the cheese mansion lookin overseasPushin limosuines n` stackin hunits n` g`zDubbz on my sports car six car garageIts like a mirage when you step off my back yardRollies whinnin diamonds shinnin I`m gettin mineThem models you see on TV fuckin em` all the timeZippin on $200 bottles of champaingeTill I`m dead in the game wont a damn thang changeI`m a boss bitch thats why I floss bitchAnd we leave from the club you gettin tossed bitchBesta believe I`m a thug keep it crackin n` stackin my millTaller than (??) (??) n` roll like a back downFuck goin` back to jailBitch I`m back to the hotel in my V12 wit mo` kill[Chorus]Yall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 Twenty inch rims with the all chrome kitBallin like king tut two rolliesMac like goldies somebody better hold meYall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 twenty inch rims with the all chrome kitBallin like king tut nigga whatTwo rollies somebody better hold meYou see me sliddin up not givin a fuck we done been upThrowin up the mob down the block so bring it upI be flossin in my Mercedes wit yo lady Got her tossin zippin on Baileys we do it dailyIt aint NOOOO bitch livin up on this earth that can play meIt aint NOOOO snitch livin up on this earth that can hate meI be sideways shakin dick up on the highwayHavin it my way I think it was a Friday better yet a ThursdayThinkin about the first day my CLK went to hit the bayIt was a true figga young mob figga make mans skrillaGettin close up on the triggaYall dont wanna see me in my 4.6 seeeTVs in the back seat Now police wanna catch meCuz I`m livin large $80,000 carsA young ghetto star no matter who you areChorusI put dubbz on my Benz got my 64 liftedSwimmin in money because I`m giftedLivin the life of a rap star Bentleys n` double R`sRide luxury cars flossin wit allstarsCatch me overseas counting g`z and they hate itMad cuz a thug nigga done made itWanna see me down and out bank account on ripYou players haters you can suck a fat dickI put the gat to yo lip breath smellin like shit no breathinTo the wizard of oz hard courage is what you needinBeat up n` get up out it before I draw downWit a 44 caliber desert eagle got shit locked down Like a dog pound and we all downFor that dubb C L mafia locAint no stoppin us locNot unless you poppin us locI`m a floss across town like the presidentFlip a yay and dont touch no evidence Baller Style!Chorus[Killa Tay]I`m a cap pilla you fuckin wit some real killasRide through my 9 milla on cock like a dike bitchI`m bellin it tight bitchMy profile aint rightous I`m a thug lord I got whatever you need like a drug store Hard core killin off all enimiesThem dollies crackin speed knum you on my g`zI be ballin like Rasheed Wallace but fuck collegeAll a nigga need is my heat and some of this street knowledgeGet some dollas straight thuged outPut up in yo chest n` still holla all in my mouth tryin to get popped outBut I burn rubber on hood rats we ridin high speedCuz I like to drop E off Remy and weedI`m through the town like the HIVRegulatin strikin dirty wit a fake IDInstead of hatin I be chassin this paper hard statusIts in my nature still copin kids never potin licks wit no fakiesChorus

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