Текст песни Terror Squad - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, слова песни Terror Squad

Текст песни Terror Squad - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Terror Squad - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah слова песни

[Remy Martin]Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeahCheck it[Verse One: Remy Martin]You see the girl get it popping like no otherNow they call me Streets cause I, be on the block and I`m so gutterMy flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of gamebut none of y`all lame dudes going to fuck herI`m on some chill shitBut if you fronting then I will flipI`ll give it to a little chick real quickOh you a real bitch? You ain`t a bit realYou got little tits and your face looks like Emmitt TillFirst I`m a get it hot, then I`m a get a dealMy budget none stop, mine paying 10 millsAnd when I`m not in the hood, I`m rocking the hoodsmoke Vanilla dutches and stuff on Holly-a-woodAnd if I, pollyin the dick it`s got to be goodI tell him I could change his life just like the lottery couldAnd now I got him good, he believes me and he shouldSome dudes won`t go down but a lot of them wouldI know this nigga name, Eat-it-out, he like to eat it outI just cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out (Damn!)Oh God its Remy MartinIn a hot pink Porsche with the purple carpetsNigga![Hook: Remy Martin]Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah[Remy]Oh God![Verse Two: Fat Joe]Hot enough swinging Crack, who could believe he`s in the cockpit (cockpit)Overseas moving ki`s like a locksmith (yeah)Rocks from Witsick in the sits of neck (ok)All I do is warn cause that`s the big boy jet (ok)Uh, you never rocked with the R in Chicago (noo!)I picked up a bad bitch in a Marcielago (noo!)I got cribs better year estates man (man)I`m in L.A. with Atlanta plates fam (fam)Still niggaz wanna go against Crack (Crack!)But that`s like ??? going against Shaq (Shaq!)And that`s too much diesel, I got too much people (people)Motherfuckers, you crazy I`ll leave you (leave you!)And I ain`t got to tell how many sets I tripBut you can find me on the woods now that`s a testamentOr maybe at a lounge with an extra bitchEyecandy of the month, God damn she sick!She got a problem, I can help her with thatTell her man that she`s fuckin with CrackBet he won`t do nothin (nope)Frontin like he gon` do somethin (nope)Quick to tell you that his whole crew stunting (talk to him!)Talk to me, c`mon[Hook: Remy Martin]Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah yeah yeahYeah![Fat Joe]Yeah, feel that right thereNod your head to this shit right here, that real hip-hop right thereIt`s Cook Coke Crack, TS, Remy MarAlbum coming, summer`s ours cocksuckersTrue Story, BX Burough, Uh!

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