Текст песни Killarmy f Solomon Childs - Which Way You Going, слова песни Killarmy f Solomon Childs

Текст песни Killarmy f Solomon Childs - Which Way You Going

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[Intro: Beretta 9 (girl)]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, what up mira, what up mira?(Get the fuck off my arm, man)Check it, check it out, rightThis Beretta 9 from the Killarmy crewWhat`s up ma? Two ?? and I`m ripped (Si, eat it)Yo, I love pretty birds, what`s upYou rollin` with me? (Who the fuck you callin` a bird)(?? la chocha) Yo we don`t eat dead birds, honey[Beretta 9]What up sweet thing? Lookin` like prom queen, eat bitchSnake out our dough and do the same thingBut yo love, beat love to be love, you got to make loveSlow jams, candles and shit, word upWhile she work it, curved dick, between her pink lipsYour girlfriends buggin` and shit, check out her hipsYo, the God must slayin` it well, guaranteedBroke it straight then, the virgin holograms, the misfitsBig ass, big tits, shorty was raised on gritsTall glasses of milk, her grandson was biscuitsBut mad shit she lack, like a girl, she reactKings need queens, not no silly dingbatsSugar and spice, but yo, you ain`t that niceLeave your ass fast, and won`t think twice[9th Prince]Yo, live at the barbeque, two blocks down from Park AvenueSky was blue, shorty was dressed like a groomTitties and ass round like balloonsChinky eyes I analyzed, took my time like an old man that`s wiseI pushed up, what up buttercup?Probably ebonics, the slang her stuckMy jewely was truck, from the moment I spokeBitch almost choked on a note, she fell in loveLike Cinderella, I said my name was 9th Prince, booYeah, but you can call Cinde-fella[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]Which way you going? I think we goin` that way tooGirl, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crewWe be the livest M.C.`s in the game, you heard boo? You heard boo? Yo[P.R. Terrorist]Which way you going? I think we goin` that way tooYo, where your friends at? Introduce them to my crewHarmonize after thick thighs had me hypnotizedTo analyze and cease for a minute, before I advertisedA young ass, we used to cut class, smoke greenish bagsBack to 49 junior high, I was a bad assBringin` heat to school, pattin` me down was the principalNothin` he would do, gettin` suspended was the usualIn the boy`s room, they in the vacant classroomPokin` fast, got her tight womb, too many come to soonBut I was young, her little tongue`ll get my dick hardShe feels, tuckin` her tits up in the schoolyardTook her virginity in Catholic School TrinityPromised that you by first love to infinity[Chorus 2X][Solomon Childs]Yo, what the deal Miss Chocolate?Got us some of French twist, Gucci boots, cover girl body`88, the Adora hotty, Mary J. Blige body, mahogany queenBody rollin` round at a slow paceCan`t make lamb of girl, this the softest placePlayin` with the cucci at the fireplaceCatch I, flicks and hundred dollar kicks, lingerie, red cherryKitty kats stickin` out the popcorn schrimp and strawberriesBubble baths and chocolate milk, candle lights after darkBack shots, late night, in the parkSolomon Childs, good girl, you heard?B.B. Conduct, crushin`, forever crushin`[Chorus 2X][Outro: P.R. Terrorist]Let me holla at you, yeah, quick conversationYeah, yo

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