Willie The Kid
Willie The Kid - Desire Washington songtekst
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Sometimes dead solid’s be like music to my ears Radio beyond dead bull like norm van leer My flow, memorex that hardcore fans cheer Stock of pussy go up when my tour van near I’m peerless, ironically, you couldn’t put a price on it Hollywood shuffle, ain’t no squares in my circle Circle take the square, you could fit a square in my circle If you ashing not a square Kick a nigga out the circle If he knock me off my square Take a best like triangle, get defensive like a mine shepherd I strike fear like old man quillus when you in pack stumper Shine dvs, y’all like dwayne pumper Tryina check her bag looking like a bell, huh? Strike zero and pop tars at a shell stop Splinter down the telo watch you niggas shell shock Carol’s daughter clean, adidas from the mailbox Mom behind bars, whisey need yard, just a lemon drop I’m flier than eric lendra, it’s cooler than a pack of mentos My team never hit a puff, walk into sacramento But we can’t sit in a stress limo Hitting on ben ice, y’all know the bindo Wrapping up shawties like niggas was working quizz notes Niggas know I’m dead right, like I was lobrenzo Excuse me, lobrenz in, kick it like tin can Your friends wanna roll, they can blend in Sorta like tonic in the goose, Feeling like a caged animal, niggas done let me loose Dwaine howard, raw nigga from the shy …michigan Y’all just tired like a michelin And this here is a high life, rollin sour diesel, pandora paying shot lights Rappers watch whatever kendal you barking in Fucking up mikes, desire washington Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington Fucking up mikes, desire washington Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington How you know they just be, this shit crazy Hey yo, we fuck the mikes up like robin givins And giving up ain’t given not an option But to rob em, robin Cut the ribbon on the store front Horse front, never down hill like tuburgans Augmeny, mint fresh, dark tinted tennesey’s I follow less I’m fucking up this mike like custom model death So call it conrad murray when the flurry comes Coming through my flow, summersaulting through the money vault That’s what I’m after Summer home single mom, honey jack, Counting jacksons with several label saxons Saxophones when I pull up, I need a portion A new porsche, fucking up mikes, I need a jordan Order sea food, you see dude, he hela focused Will leave the kid is like a locust You see one, you see it millions Swarming on your crops It’s the brainfly, you fucking up mikes complaint We won’t stop Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington Fucking up mikes, desire washington Niggas fucking up mikes like desire washington How you know they just be, this shit crazy