Testi musica canzoni

[louieville]
Thinking bout the shit that's in my head, type
Of shit that put a nigga on the lead slip then ya' dead
I gotta take a vaca, on sum munchilin ilian pilian on the
Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say
She say but, for ever jealous niggas still bring beef,
Villie still hit the curb cuff leaking kicking it wit pop's
Out back up in the lincoln tricking on my
Baby mom's now im dead stinking he smacked me in
The back of the head boy what you thinking?

[starang]
Word up, in my lex there's only room for two(2) vita
And will that's me and you, smoking weed with hash
We ride pass in slow mo', up in the new gs with the
Sixteen(16) inch mobo's i had ta drop she off pick up my dog
Henny, cause hoe's come a dime a dozen and we got plenty
Aiiyo shit's to slow i gotta say speed up, we got dough to blow
So we can get weeded up, now we ride around in the car with
The seats heated up with the spliffs in our mouth and the henny
In the cup, yo fill it up

[louieville]
Till the rim with brim like it was coffee slamin the door i had
To tell her to back off me

[starang]
And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz's, m-f-c tat's
And blue contact lense's

[louieville]
So i had to sit back and just catch the breeze, the conjiac got me
Losing a few chest string's but there it was in between the bass trebling
Off the hook that's what you caughing

[starang top dog on cellar phones]
Yo' who the fuck is this?
Yo' is d-o
Word up im goin down to priority
What you goin down there for man
Like "urrrrrrrrrrr"

[starang]
All the girls that i took to conas a pear is in here
My niggas from vande