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Текст песни Don Juan f Mis Rock, Triple Life - Street Niggas

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Verse 1:As I roll down the block with my gun hammer cockedMy tags aint rightMy attitude is fuck the copsMy rocks got my pants sagginAs i lean to the side in my G rideI got that ass dragginFlaggin me down is some hoes that wanna fuck my daytonsGet them out they clothes, had them bitches waitinFor the dickTold them biancas to followMe and the click, get them nakedAnd have them bitches modelI bet they swollow every drop of the nutWanted respect with some pimpsEverytime I watched them fuck100 spokes got them hotA playa hater turn Mitch BladeBecasue his bitch got laidAt the same time he got playedSo learn the gameRemember young nigga, all bitches are the sameLame and blind to the fact we countin major figuresPlenty of weed and 151 liquarChorus: 2xBitches that come around, we dont love them hoesCommited another murder and nobody knowsPartying all nightWe got the weed and liquarCuzz money aint shit to a street niggaVerse 2My lifestyle is on the trip sideFeelin like im in the skyIn the cloudsKinda hot on the flipsideGone off the 40 ounceWatch me bounceAnd serve these cluckers that fiend for large ammountsEvery dollor counts dailyYou wanna see a nigga get crazyNigga dont play meWatch me grab my 380And watch me blastLike Charles BraunsonMeet your death wishCuzz im finna start dumpinAlways into somethingHomies jumpin on 56Another house pasty, Kid and Play aint got shitHoes that wanna stripReady to get freakyDim the lights baby, an let me get a quickyDrop to your kneese and gimmie a hickeyMid West Side givin out the dickeyI thought i told yaThe game is risky when you rollin on D`sHittin skis, making G`s, plus shippin out keysChorus 2xVerse 3:Mid West SideGangstas collideDangers when we scheme, fedachinie and triple beamsRob the mother fucker, got him for his yayoTook about 9 ounces, gave him baking soda, now its pladoA G like meSee these bitches gotta have itSee me rollin my Acura, tryin to catch me up in trafficyall know how it go when bitches think you got no endsBut wanna fuck you and your partnasWhen she see you rollin in a BenzDevedents, I gotte`m, fake niggaz, i shott`emPop`em, pump that shit with my fist as i drop`emBustas, I gotta stop`emCuzz these haters out to get mePolice on my assThese bitches wanna trick meSet me up for a duloWet me up you knowThat I aint lettin up on my cashCuzz if I go, you gotta goI make a dash to get some gasSo I can roll to the cess spotCaught me slippin at a red lightComin out Amaco, the jack spotChorus 2xOutro: (Mis Rock)Say what, Don Juan go offKansas CitySay what, Techn9ne go offMissouriSay what, Triple Life go offKansas CitySay what, Mis.Rock will go offMissouriI want a street nigga, counting major figuresGive me the weed, and the 151 liquarI want a street nigga, counting major figuresGive me the weed, and the 151 liquarI want a street nigga, counting major figuresGive me the weed, and the 151 liquarSay what, Don Juan go offSay what, techn9ne go offsay what, Triple Life go offSay waht, Mis. Rock will go off

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