Текст песни Mad Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle
Mad Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle слова песни
Fuckin` with skillz, you gon` meet ya doomNigga I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the roomI put VA on the map, open the southWhen I spit, bitches open up they legs or they mouthAnd ya mans wanna battle, but I aint let himI dont know who can see me, cuz I aint met `emMan these cats aint thugs they foolsI take ya bandana, wet it, pop you with it like we did at the poolWhen I start smakin` niggas they gonna see who ruleCats callin` Tawkus up like "I thought he was cool!"Yall reefer seeds, I`m a block of rawAnd when I spit the words, they lock the jawAnd I plan to win, when I bomb the soundSo a if thats ya mans and them, calm `em downI warned you clown, I`m heatin` up in degreesI have you singin` bout fallin` like Alica KeysMan these fuckers and ballers, they scrubsFirst muh`fucker tried to sneak a slerpie in the clubYa not "supa", we aint close to friendsAnd I throw away dubs like broke the rimsYou gotta be twins, you look as broke as himWhen I get in the game, expect a broken rimI`m a shot caller, with no excuse to brawlGot well known rappers wishin` they could shoot ballYou at ya mans house, bald with shoesI`m on some rims that go backward when the car dont moveBitch at the light, I thought I stopped her heartShe saw the wheels, got scared threw her car in parkI`m the type that has BET seein` me as a threatYou the type to tuck the coogie down in ya sweatsP.diddy run the city, thats his claim to fame?If he moved to VA, he`d change his nameI dont like rappers, stay out of my sightIf I give you dap, you better use that hand to writeYo the words I spit, could charge ya whipI let yall talk slick, but thats as far`s its getsYou aint gotta gun, you aint gon blast the 8You a punk, you got ya hype man ass in ya faceAsk around, I`m a basket caseI got words that make a nigga in a casket shakeWhat the hell you gonna tell me kidI get ya chick in ya crib, like I was kelly and you was Mr. BiggsPull off and bust on her backTell ya ass yo, goto the studio and rap about thatNiggas talk how they flow so wellBut they hooks be garbage, guess what you aint gon` sellI`m east but I`m slightly southNigga I got Jordans that`ll make mike cus Nike outBut when I`m jig, you got to feel meThe gators so live the crocodile hunter tried to kill meI told him, "Steavy dont even try it."Slapped him with the pistol and said "be very quiet"I aint got time for yallTwo way me with letters dog, cuz i aint got time to callIf you drop on my Tuesday, you wont winPut a chip in ya phone, call a million of ya friendsTell `em to cop it again, make sure its in the mallPlay Russian rullet until ya manager callBelive me dog, cuz I`m realYou built to spit but you aint built to spit with SkillzI`m the best that ever did it cuzI aint gotta get Nate on a hook to give westcoast loveI strut through any hoodI was fuckin` in Miami, yall was down there duckin` SugeSo tell me whats good, what ya life be boutSuge got you shook, fuck you doin` shoutin` him out?You aint down, start slidin` niggaI already gave you pound, STOP DICK RIDIN` NIGGAYou a grown man you need to stop itSkillz represent, buy the album when I drop it