a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

christianzxl – tomfoolery كلمات اغاني

[intro: chriszxl]
-oral s-x noises-
d-mn, shorty get to gobblin,’ on god, folk
-door opens-
-gasp-
oh, sh-t
-indecisive mumbling-
muriel, how could you?
courage, i’m so sorry baby
-loud slap-
shut yo’ b-tch -ss up!

[verse 1: chriszxl]
she sucking my d-ck, shorty on her knees
he talk sh-t? choppa spray just like febreze
on her knees like she’s praying, she don’t even preach
show me the real thing, she don’t even tease
aim that choppa, achoo! sh-t, i had to sneeze
a n-gg- was sick, so a n-gg- got green
choppa got a kick, it’ll make you lean
and it got a beam, i aim for yo’ spleen
he thought he was cold, so i got the heaters
let’s play a game, you hide and i’m seekin’
she callin’ me bae, but i’ma keep it secret
‘cause i know, she just wants me for the clout
it’s all good, ‘cause i just want the mouth
(and i treat the —– like michael jackson, uh)
beat it, then leave me alone!
choppa gon’ blow like a nose
choppa gon’ ring like a phone
don’t walk in this party without no hoe
don’t walk in this party without yo’ pole
but i got his b-tch on me, they callin’ us goals
skrt off in a foreign, skrt off in a ghost
but she’s tryna kick it like po
but look at my wrist, look just how it’s froze
but look at my fit, it look like it just snowed
she say you’re a b-tch, but i already know
you claim that you’re rich, but we know that you’re broke
got your auntie over, and she’s giving me dome
knew it was a dub, she started singing my songs
but just like a globe, she gon’ give me dome
i got the glock, i aim for your dome
i got the chop, might pop at yo’ door
how was the d-ck? she said it was long

[verse 2: lazy3x]
(yeah! jank! jank! jank!)
glock on my hip, make him do a backflip
put the strap to his face, like chapstick
like boy, i’m big lazy, b-tch i’m never lackin’
if he’s in the paint, my n-gg-s attackin’
pull up with the k, then i get to blastin’
i shoot him from range, to put him in the dirt
she eat my d-ck, b-tch, you eat dirt
pull up with the stick
(bah! bah! bah! bah!)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
uh, i stay with the 30
i shoot it from deep, i’m shootin’ like curry
i whip in the kitchen, b-tch, this ain’t curry
my diamonds, they clean but i’m sippin’ the dirty
yo’ b-tch on my team, and she doin’ the dirty
i’m stackin’ the green, b-tch, yo pockets, they hurtin’
pull up with the beam, then i leave him hurtin’
tomfoolery, dicaprio, i swear these n-gg-s be actin’
i’m pullin’ the triggers then i get to blastin’
i stay with my n-gg-s, b-tch, i’m with the action
i’m f-ckin’ yo’ b-tch, pull of in an ashton
pull up with the stick, then i get to clappin’
i’m [?] then she get to clappin’
all black whip, i’m feelin’ like batman
pullin’ off in a ghost
choppa on me, it eat him like pac-man
like boy, i’m big lazy, i get to the pack, man
i stay with the guap, i run up the racks, man
(jank! jank!)

[outro: lazy3x]
(tom, no foolery, huh)
(-indecisive mumbling-)

- christianzxl

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

اهم الاغاني لهذا الاسبوع