Текст песни Magno - Holdin` That Nine Flow
Magno - Holdin` That Nine Flow слова песни
(*scratching*)[Magno]Magnificent, I`m married to the streets for better or worseI better my verse, cause my chedda come firstI might grab the mic, but still wet up your shirtThen pay for your funeral, leather your hearseI bring heat to make the world get stuffy, enough gameTo park the slab come back, and put your girl on a HuffyYo Mag rock pearls, cause they lovely boppers-boppersJust love how the choppers shining, twirl on a DullyHow you wanna do it, spit the tech or a jabYou got screens, but I connect the Internet in my slabYou ain`t said shit, me and Mike wreck the collabsFuck the hate, you can show us love direct with a dabAnd to let you haters know, I`m straight out the gutterI got niggaz on my team, that`ll take out your motherBill-sixty with the markers, my click be with the sparklesMy wallet stay fatter, than Nikki from the ParkersLike I won`t, shatter your sectionsI go from being a nice guy to fuck you, in a matter of secondsPack a nine, just to find the hatersAnd I`m passing shells out, like taco combined to waiters(*scratching*)