The Prophet Posse

The Prophet Posse - Bout The South songtekst

Je score:
(Dayton Family)
 Let's do this
 Fuckin' killas
 Prophet Posse
 Dayton Family
 Flip time
 Miphia Style, Memphis
 Down South, Gold Teeth
 Gold D's Fuck you hoes
 I pimp you bitches like I'm gold
 I'm flossin like a bone
 I'm shinin' like a motherfuckin dime
 I'm a motherfuckin' playa
 I'm a motherfuckin' playa!!!
 Finish it nigga
 I'm gonna touch your soul
 Niggas we be cold
 Make roll, fall, bitches, niggas, hoes
 Kick it

 (Dayton Family)
 Come in for flip bitches we big
 And plus we bout it
 Nigga Paul we need that green
 Can't live without it
 Stop at the store
 We scoop some more
 And I'll be rollin
 Dollars we foldin' on the strip grip is what we holdin'
 Makin money, ain't shit funny
 About these Mephis streets
 Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin' feet
 Walk in the Denny's countin them pennies
 You didn't come too soon
 Lookin for fuckin' hookers
 Suck it in the bathroom
 Step in the alley not no bally boys, these bitches strife
 Better make that money for your pimp or he gonna take your life
 Third street no choose your feet motel 61
 Lookin for action so must tench action better have no gun
 Catherine's on a hustle
 So why you bitches wishin'
 (??)
 Now I'm on a mission
 Ghetto ease
 He with the vipor rollin 80 g's
 Pullin' of key suck on these
 And I'll just the trees

 Chorus#1 x5
 Set me up and get me up
 I'm down to get ya
 Hit'cha where we split'cha
 Makin' sure the story fit'cha

 (Dayton Family)
 Life a bitch up in the south
 Bog boody bitches
 Got my dick up in their mouth
 Pimped her to riches
 Where you from
 You make me cum
 With your pussy lips
 Walkin' strips
 Shakin' your hips
 That's where my money flips
 Smakin' bithces these lazy bitches off that silky powder
 Funky bitch
 Nigga clean your ass
 Jump in the shower
 Cleam my pussy
 And make my money fuckin' all these tricks
 Suckin' dick fillin' in a pickup truck
 No time to sit
 Get your purse
 Nothin worse
 than losin money hoe
 You gone pay me
 If you gotta be a hooker
 With five toes
 Sellin draws, lickin' these balls
 Make me fall in love
 Breakin' laws with pussy walls
 Where you want it touch
 Nigga I only
 You the nigga plan to bone it
 Than nascomponent
 If you want it
 Playa a joke up on it

 Chorus#2 x5
 My picture freeky
 I can sleepy bust their head in public
 Breakin' of the care
 Fuckin' up their brain
 Settin these bichtes love it

 (Killa Klan Kaze)
 Now I'm a clae south side
 Forever, any day bitch
 Makes fucked all the talking
 Let that AK-40 spray bitch
 Most of y'all like to see some blood spillen anyway
 Bodies fell
 Niggas die young on us everyday
 If I stay
 One you bustas down
 It's gonna be a loss
 You gonna pay me
 What you owe or get jacked on the cross
 Fire then retire out the game
 In and out of jail
 Cause I'm bout' the cheese
 Fuck the fame
 You can go to hell
 With that shit
 Gosta did what I can
 Back on this bridge
 Project Pat
 Suicidal Lifestyle I'm livin' in
 Who's to blame when you run your mouth
 And you come up dead
 Slangin' cane
 Robbed him for his dope
 Put some in his head
 Fucked that boy off
 With that sawed off pump
 Then I fold Real Mccoy
 (???) don't you get some weed
 Chopped up, Kaze Click we put the fuckin d in dirt
 Who throw with niggas out of flip and we put in woods

 Chorus#3 x3
 Shotgouns, Kase Click we put the fuckin d in dirt
 Who the throw with niggas out of flip
 And we gut in woods
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