Текст песни Screwed Up Click f Lil` Keke, Mike D, Gr - Get This Paper
Screwed Up Click f Lil` Keke, Mike D, Gr - Get This Paper слова песни
(*talking*)Yeah, what I gotta do to get this paperI want the paper bitches, man S.U.C.What do I gotta do to get that paperWhat I gotta do, to get that paperTell me what I gotta do to get paperAll I wanna do is get that paper[Mike D]All I had to do was shift my stick, and switch my bitchIt`s like oh my God, the kid back in the mixFunny how a no good hoe, will bring you downPut the worse on a nigga, cause y`all a playa curseFuck a hoe, drag off in the LexusMake a nigga respect this, Break-A-Hoe TexasCity with no pity, hoes hustle out they tittyKnuckle up pitch rocks, peep out it and go get itSnatch a rack run up pack, our packs hold a gatHit the highway withcha, stash a half in a catSick stand-up cats, run with stand-up hoesIf they bar mix packs, it be like there he blowsOff in the wind, let the GTO scratch the streetBehind tint getting bent, with Z-Ro in the deckSomething jazzy dumping ashes, bout to give me slow neckY`all know what it is, the same fo` came back[Lil` Keke]I`ve been through everything, but I still persevereBout to go live in 0-5, I`m still right hereOh yeah it`s still my year, cause that talk is cheapBy my lone` who really want me, man I ride one deepGot my hustle right paper tight, don`t matter to meI can write a 16, or process me a kiThe streets a motherfucker, man they`ll swallow ya wholePack it up wrap it up, nigga I`m ready to rollFuck these niggaz and these figgas, I stay ready to rockGot killas with twin glocks, if you ready to plotIt`s the Take Over, I`m known as Lil` KeA certified guerilla, is courtesy S.U.C.Bang-bang chop-chop, man this shit don`t stopWe the underground kings, it`s eight dollas a popThese niggaz be talking shit, and I`m hot no doubtBut they can suck my dick, until the cum shoot out[Grace]If you don`t know what it was, just here to show what it isBitch I`m the game runner head hunter, wrecking for yearsIt`s the boy that put it down, from S.U.C. H-TownSouthwest go-getter, Hoovergroove and to clownTake bitches and split fame, love to grip on grainSouthside of H-Town, where they cook up caineChop-chop on dub 4`s, swang and bang 8-4`sDrop top and blow dro, or po` it up out of 4`sStraight medicated elevated, one hundred afilliatedThe underground funk King, is highly anticipatedPimp then pen and give it to em, I`m a Grey Tape soulYou can`t break the damn fool, showcasing skills that`s thoedFuck a world Southwest G, another day another thugDay one true to it, till this day kill scrubsSpell it out you know my name, G-R-A-C-ES.U.C. V-E-T, that`s till I D-I-E