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Shad Da God
Shad Da God
Stimme und Gesang
Young Thug
Young Thug
Stimme und Gesang
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Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
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London Holmes
London Holmes
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Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
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London On Da Track
London On Da Track
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London on the track, bitch Ha ha ha ha ha My newest bitch said, that she got it, you dig? Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (ayy) I want that pussy 'cause it's tight as a kick Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (ayy) Push your top back 'cause I feel like it a wig I don't know why, I don't know why but I did I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah But can you hurry up, and buy, yeah Graduated from Howard, I'm the shit, no power Beat it up for a hour, she wet as a shower Hoppin' out on them cowards, with nothing but them whoppers I'm a level five goblin Thirty deep, all them lil' niggas be mobbin' Have you ever seen a street geek barbarian? R.I.P. Monroe, not Marilyn Give my momma everything, nigga, evident Ayy, I ain't going steady, but I'm ready (yeah) Let them bitches hit just like your necklace (yeah) We got blocks and we treacherous (yeah) Take your necklace, you neckless (aah) Please stay out of my section, yeah Pulling out the chopper the moment a nigga get here (yeah) My newest bitch said, that she got it, you dig? Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (ayy) I want that pussy 'cause it's tight as a kick Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (ayy) Push your top back 'cause I feel like it a wig I don't know why, I don't know why but I did I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah (God) But can you hurry up, and buy, yeah (Got that shit, man) God, got this gas, blowin' so hard (so hard) All them niggas shrimp, they some poor boys They gon' make us let the window down on a Rolls Royce Hustle hard, I keep that .40, .40 got a dick Bitches get 'round me they sneezin', jewerly game sick (achooo) I love mud, I done poured up a deuce up so slick (a deuce) Hop up in my car, now lick and go and sit on the stick Put the marker on them niggas and see if they real (is you real?) I'm out in Texas, buying pint, keep that shit thrill (keep it thrill) I got action driving on a Bentley steering wheel (Bentley) Xan' got me feeling, like I'm in a Ferris Wheel (my head spinning) They came 'round the neighborhood, with that fire play He got him a drop-top just like stingray My nigga came with them bales That shit was green day (that was green day) I play the star role, juggin' like in a screenplay, God (woo) My newest bitch said, that she got it, you dig? Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (ayy) I want that pussy 'cause it's tight as a kick Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (ayy) Push your top back 'cause I feel like it a wig I don't know why, I don't know why but I did I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah But can you hurry up, and buy, yeah
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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