T-Nutty

T-Nutty - West Walkin' songtekst

Je score:

Yea

Check it



My squad is like "All Madden"

We all tryna ball, smashin

Lookin for the ball bashin'

Dumpin in cigar ashes

Sicker than Charles Mason

Crip Walkin', while y'all dancin'

Square off in a hog stance

Tear off in yo polliwog ass

Like a straight killa

Make bitches break scrilla

Don't fuck with fake niggaz

I'ma killa eight ? gorilla

They call me young T-Nutty

Laughin when I crack a funny

Serious as fuck tho

I'ma Cut-throat all about my money

That bitch you all your honey

Suck the honey off my dick

Thats how I knew that I was true and you was conterfeit

I'm one of the Flowhicans

That'll have your hoe creepin'

Giving up the fo ? beefin

Knockin out ur gold teeth

I'ma heathen that be creepin like a theif

In that season for no reason on the under like some breifs

Cuz I'm on a mad mission

You can call the cast fishin'

Don't be with them bitches trickin yo chips

My nigga thats bad pimpin



[Chorus]

Enough with the stress talkin, its the West Walkin wittle Youngsta

They call T-Nutty and all my buddies are money hungry little monsters

I'm the type a nigga that'll stomp Ya

Hike the drill team if I feel mean

I'm dirty but nigga I feel clean

Livin my life like a real dream



I'm Nutty like Busta Rhymes

For money I buss for mines

And my buddies buss behinds

We all get ta bussin nines

Hog niggaz callin shots

Yall niggaz fall an drop

Enough with the small talk

Aint no poliwogs on the ballers block

These niggaz will slap you backwards

Be quick to mop you faster

Than a high paid Janitor

Man at work for the Nutt factor

I'ma get ta buckin the mactors

An chasin' 'em down like Taz

Getcha hydrocortizone cuz Im ass kickin like a itchy rash

You give a bitch yo cash?

Well break yourself for Shanina

Lost for tryna floss, thinkin you a boss

But you just a weiner

And I'ma clean up and let the streets be the bigger broom

Like a lepracaun if you steal me gold

Watch out for the KABOOM!

Loom loom, you can get ta duckin'

Cuz ima mothafuckin' fool

Ho cake niggaz, dick suckin'

Actin bitch-made and gettin shooed

Like Food ? for trying to fued

Bring funk like a poot to your dudes

Strip ya crew down and send 'em home nude



[Chorus]



? Pass the drool, so I can take a puff

Hit it like a uppercut, Im known for rockin' it ruff

Spot yo bitch binocas, cuz she's so thick you watch her

You may be the babies papa, I really don't give a caca

I'm one of the Flowhecans, That'll have your hoe creepin'

Givin up the fo beefin', knockin out your gold teeth

Taught by the OG's so I stay strapped with a Fo Feev

Runnin and duckin the police, shoot somethin if you know me

Got licks like Big Rocks, I hit them big spots

I buss them big knots, I creep with them big glocks

I do my thug thang, no need to mug me

Might be a plug in the game or a couple slugs to the brain

We all gangster, living in a raw nature

Fuck chasin' small paper, I'm ready to ball major

The groupie chicken swooper, and make 'em break chalupa

Then find a way to lose her, cuz I'ma young chicken mover



[Chorus]
Vind dit lied op:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Taal: Engels

Deel je mening

Dit formulier wordt beschermd door reCAPTCHA en de Google Privacy Policy en Servicevoorwaarden zijn daarbij van toepassing.

0 Reacties gevonden