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 #

rza - drop off كلمات الأغنية

(feat. daddy-o, division)

[intro: daddy-o (rza)]
yo, yo, yo, yo bobby
what up, what up? i can’t really hear you
aiyo, i left ten pounds in the trunk and i gave sha’ ten
make sure he drops them sh-ts off
i’m on my way back to mexico, to pick up another hundred
(what up?) can you hear me? can you hear me? (uh-huh)
yo make the drop off, don’t forget man!

[shacronz]
i got n-gg-z on the block, block
n-gg-z with them gats, gats
n-gg-z on the strip, strip
puffin’ them packs, packs
to my workers that stays sharp like razors
play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
my n-gg-z got that dutch, dutch
n-gg-z got that black, black
n-gg-z got a b-tch, b-tch, head in they lap, lap
my team ain’t wit’ it, we dreamed and did it
leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
everything you seen, we lived it
n-gg- front then we get at duke
d-ck hard like statues go to hole like shaq do
cut you like a cantelope
like iverson the truth and the answer
i’m the poison and the antidote
don’t care if the b-tch cute, we don’t s-x raw
we play the corners like the castles on a chess board
up in the lex 4, drinkin’ a beck’s boy
shoppin’ in the best stores, i’m the n-gg- to check for

[hook: freemurder]
wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
no tattoo on t-tties, sayin’ f-r-e
and my n-gg- crizzee baby, and my n-gg- digi baby
wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
no tattoo on t-tties, sayin’ bob digi
or shacrizzee baby, or lil’ frizzee baby

[interlude: girl (rza)]
[moaning]
bobby stop!
bobby [sirens] the cops is comin
[moans]
(that sh-t is tight girl)
[cops:] “hey you!”
[moans]
(f-ck that mothaf-cka, you know how i do)
[sirens]
[moans]
[car speeding off]

[rza]
up in the drop-top boxter headin’ the opposite
direction of the cop inside the chopper
i got the tall grey goose vodka
this b-tch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
bird like hittin’ a blunt, about to c-m, and i’m pinchin’ her c-nt -girl moans-
ninety miles per hour i’m like “f-ck these punks!”
it’s the land of the free son, you only live once
you a smart motherf-cker or stupid dunce?
music blastin’, she -rg-sm like a singer
sweet, wet p-ssy got all over my fingers
now i’m sniffin’ my hand, all sippin’ the plan
got the pedal to the floor, goin’ swift as i can
hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
hit the garage and slip inside the lexus
i got many whips, many clips, many chicks
and my d-ck’s been sucked by many lips
many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
and love to f-ck with plenty chips

[girl]
he got many whips, many clips, many chicks
and his d-ck’s been sucked by many lips
many tips, or many vicks, many sticks
and love to f-ck with plenty chips

[hook]

- rza

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة