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dd caine - all on the floor كلمات الأغنية

[intro: lp rambo]
that is not a foreign car, you’re in a honda accord
you’re in a honda accord, smokin’ on gas, i brought the bong up aboard
throw them b-tches all on the floor, just to throw them b-tches all on the floor
yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[hook: dd caine & lp rambo]
smoking packs for the stress until i fall on the floor
i need the stacks, run that paper, like laflare, i need more
ski mask is very rare, when i barge at your door
laugh my way to the bank while gas is fogging the ford
gather racks, just to throw them b-tches all on the floor
that is not a foreign car, you’re in a honda accord
i am smoking on gas, i brought the bong up aboard
and i will not hesitate to cut you off, like a sword

[verse one: lp rambo]
cut that n-gg- off, i used a chainsaw
playing with the squad, i shoot your face off
can’t see fake like ray charles, make you run home like baseball
know some, young n-gg-s refuse to tell what they saw
my swag b-tches like that, my flow n-gg-s bite that
n-gg-s bite down so hard, i don’t like that
your baby girl thirsty, n-gg- where the sprite at?
wanna know how high i be? look where the next kites at
hit her one time, turned her -ss to a sleep hoe
you low as a seagull, i’m fly as a eagle
i dress like a biker, i dress like the beatles
we don’t f-ck with people, meet the desert eagle

[verse two: dd caine]
gather racks just to throw them b-tches all on the floor
gather stacks just to throw them tippas all on a wh-r-
desert eagle on my lap, rapid fire leave your corpse on the floor
leave no trace, burn you off with a torch
you on your on when we start hearing sirens
i’m bailing like cdai while i’m gripping iron
let nine out a .22 then leave in silence
i could give a f-ck bout a mama that’s crying, i’m violent!
i don’t take a sentence, i exit the coast
head is red at the tips but he ain’t lil boat
“rgk” is the way for your brain to get poked
and your friend to get gagged ’till he bleed while he chokes
auction off his soul, sell his -ss to the lord
cross a n-gg- like he jesus, noah’s ark, bullets pour
hollow tips, like my d-ck, when her knees h-t the floor
if we talking bout the green, want nothing less, only more

- dd caine

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