Tekst piosenki
[Hook] Get the fuck back, (move) - 14x It's something wrong, they can't stay still [Kyleon] Back-back, give me fifty feet We in the club, and we bout fifty deep Club packed, from the front to the back I'm in this bitch, on a blunt and some Yak I see the chicks, finna get to bopping And the trunks, finna get to popping The big riders, finna get to watching And all the haters, finna get to plotting It's finna be a fight, get out the way Go to the trunk nigga, get out the K We just trying to chill, and mack on hoes And try to get 'em to the wide body, Lac on 4's Me, Slim, Daily, Whodie I'm Killa, if you ain't know me So stand still, and try to act tough black Your ass better (move), and get the fuck back [Hook] [Chris Ward] All you fake pussy niggas, need to do me a favor Before I fuck around, and do you pussy niggas a favor Introduce you to my ignorant, most rudest behavior Pull out my Glock, not just aiming at you but then blaze ya So if ya tough get your nuts up, and try to come clown me Homeboy I'm deep, got at least fifty mob niggas around me That's ready to ball, if I just give 'em the call Tear this whole shit down, from wall to wall bitch [Sir Daily] I'm higher than a cloud, so I'm trying to chill In the club sipping Yak, with a pound of kill Ice glistening off my neck, and all around my ear So I stay getting chicks, all around the year The fo' pound is near, I can't sleep without it Two words describe me, baby deep and bout it He's the hottest, no need to think Cause I'ma hustle till I can't baby, and bleed the bank [Hook] [Slim Thug] I'm a Boss Hogg soldier, I thought I told ya You either gon roll with us, or get rolled the fuck over Bitch get the fuck back, 'fore the Mack click-clack And rat-a-ta-tat-tat, and put a hole in your hat I feel like I'm being attacked, give me some space Nigga, 'fore I give you seventeen in your face Nigga, I got another seventeen on my waist Pull seventeen out the safe, and get rid of the case Ain't no high speed chase, with the laws and the Outlawz I just chill like it's nothing, and give my lawyer a call And tell him how I act, sure to give me some room But you didn't listen, so the Glock went boom Hide your hoes, Slim Thug just stepped through the do's Uh-oooh, and he leaving with any bitch he chose Try to stop him or cock block him, the left jab gon rock 'em The right hook gon drop em, and the Glock nine gon pop 'em [Hook]
Tłumaczenie
Brak

Najnowsze teksty piosenek

Sprawdź teksty piosenek i albumy dodane w ciągu ostatnich 7 dni