Skank Dollar - Crown victoria - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

21.02.2012

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[Verse 1:Skank] Mad props to the block star Used to ride around in the cop car Selling white Like he'll never need a job Slow it down, do a cross by the Pentecost Ugh, little brother staying on guard Held the corner and watch position Little trafficking, prostitution Petty court case this position And yeah, he a goon still take a charge Earn more trust in his sector Get ya own work if you play ya cards M.o.b. nigga fuck a playa card Why sit around the trap for? You know them fiends always play the corner store Thought you bout money what you for? Okay dawg let me charge my metro [Hook:Skank] Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell [Verse 2:Skank] Before my Crown Vic a escort Young niggas looking old puffin Newport's Fuck all these buildings fucking pink for? These dollar vans are not like in my hood boy We reach to achieve if you could boy Niggas with diplomas flipping work boy He could've switched up, been a decoy But like me,,, obsessed with them re's boy (ugh) Black tee's and some re's on From a fiends shopping spree Kitchen scene y'all Hit me with a zip of a little raw Niggas bearded like muslims must read Koran Guns from a bitch with a choppa But that's to big for me i'll hold the Taurus This 38 special might save us And this lil piece of plastic i rely on Ugh [Hook:Skank] Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell [Verse 3:Skank] I'm moving up in the high life South beach big city bright lights Never seen my self being right beside Rappers celebrities and goons alike Yeah, to any light there's a darkness Everything is money here regardless Selling crack to fiends that really got it This pouch just put a 60 in my pocket (ugh) Got used to the block i adopted My mans sliding me younger niggas to rock with I play the eyes, he be the rest of it We a machine, not so much gas in it Laugh spitting,because we living it we passionate This the glory of the hustle so we bask in it Kidnapping to extortion Underpaid young niggas seeking American pie portions [Hook:Skank] Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell Another rock to sell Pockets broke as hell
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