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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Bimbo Back |
| You’re now tuned into the motherfucking greatest |
| Elo on the beat (Gang, gang, gang) |
| Fuck is y’all niggas talkin' 'bout? Grade A shit, man |
| Y’all know how it go, man |
| All these niggas fake |
| So much that I cannot relate |
| Remember I jumped in the Wraith |
| And now I send shots at your face |
| Can’t catch me, I pick up the pace |
| So much money, can’t fit in a safe |
| Y’all lames are broke, can’t get to the bag |
| 'Cause y’all niggas don’t know the way |
| Only usin' runners to go in the spot, them cameras’ll not get the drop |
| Baby girl, keep them pants on, I just want the top |
| And when you see me with the gang, you better tuck your chain |
| We got them lasers, .38s, my trendies put in pain |
| We only shootin' for the head, the vest can guard your frame |
| Baby gotta pay a fare, she wanna ride the train |
| All I do is set the trend 'cause we are not the same |
| And this nine’ll stop your night like this, Eddie Kane |
| I am not your man, girl, so don’t call my phone |
| Remember eating ramen noodles, now I’m on the road |
| Can’t remember if I hit 'cause I was off Patrón |
| Waking up in Neverland 'cause this is not my home |
| And I’m slidin' with Fuck12, no, I am not alone |
| Diamonds dancin', shit like ice, it’s like I dropped a light |
| Flying out from state to state, I could change your life |
| Heard you talkin' to your friends or you believe the hype |
| Got her up under the wing, but it’s just for the night |
| Then I split her with the gang like she’s some fried rice |
| Finesse and mack, it’s no McGrady, I might fuck your lady |
| I got the bag, it’s fuck you, pay me, cop a new Mercedes |
| Off the drugs, he think I’m sleepin', but I really peep him |
| The 40 on me and he creepin', just give me a reason |
| And now he lookin' like a pussy, he wet 'cause he bleedin' |
| Samoa Cookie or the Runtz, while I’m smokin', she eatin' |
| Shawty said she think I’m peein', she cummin', she screamin' |
| Now she can’t leave me alone, in my crib on the weekend |
| Want her name inside a song, but I told her she tweakin' |
| Michael Jackson, Dirty Diana, you can bet I beat it |
| Never seen her in the streets, but she in my sheets |
| When you pull up to the 40, come roll out with Petes |
| All my niggas on the block and you know we them G’s |
| Shawty think she is a diva, let me get between |
| Catchin' head inside the drop, I crash, I cop the Bim' |
| I know a couple niggas wife her, now she on her knees |
| Now she on her knees |
| Crash that whip, I crash that shit |
| Keep 'em pumpin' and I got them G’s |
| All my niggas, yeah, they throwin' B’s |
| That’s double-M shit, man |
| You know this shit, you know the vibes, man |
| Free Savage, man |
| Fuck the other side niggas, man |
| Gang, gang gang |
| Gang gang gang gang |