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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tevin Ross
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Play with my bread, the lil **** toast
If I give you one slice, I need four more loaves, bitch
Tell that **** come outside, we gon' run him over
Bring the bag back in, we gon' get the most
In a big body van, smell like halitosis
And this one-one-seven, make a **** look like G.I. Joe
War time, if he cross the line, we gon' send him home
Not my slime, all my **** slide, If i blow my nose
Spitfire, every summer, yeah, then we back indoors
Winter time, I would catch a case before I catch a cold
And i keep my hand right under the seat yeah
If **** try run up on me yeah
**** try run up on me yeah
**** try run up on me yeah
I got my hand all over the heat yeah
**** trying to run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
I tell that **** to - (inhale)
Tell that fuck **** to die
Love when these motherfuckers bleed
Love when you beg me to stop
All that shit making me not
Watch how these motherfuckers drop
We gon terrorize his block
**** still worried bout me ?
I'ma drop a dot
And Let em try run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
If **** still worried bout me
I'ma drop a dot
And Let em try run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
Let em try run up on me yeah
If **** still worried bout me
I'ma drop a -
Tell em try run up on me
Written by: Tevin Ross