letra de serge ibaka - jayfrom318
feelin like baskin, my n-ggas be robbin
dese n-ggas p-ssy you know dey be flodgin
freaky lil b-tch yea she suckin she toppin
when i get in da booth it get hot like some takis
glocc 22 you know how i purge
she missin dis dicc yea she feelin an urge
yall ain’t been on da blocc yall ain’t been on da curb
i go hard in da paint yea im feelin like serge
ibaka, my n-ggas gone wet up yo blocc huh
which one of you n-ggas can stop us
in l.a. like i play for da dodgers
ima get to da green like im rodgers
aaron, can’t wait till i drive a mclaren
dese n-ggas be opps he starin
cmon n-gga lets slide on his parents
cmon n-gga lets slidе on his folks
ima up wit da glocc hit his throat
no grill but we lettin off smoke
plеnty hunnits but you n-ggas be broke
copped a bag den i got all my weight up
don’t get close if you n-ggas gone change up
you smoke joes yea we smokin on tapers
i got bruddas dats gone shoot like da blazers
dese n-ggas be splinter dese n-ggas be rodents
if you get in my way ima k!ll all opponents
might crack me a grin but a n-gga ain’t jokin
gotta dirty lil b-tch yea she slurpin she chokin
lil bro mari gone pull up and cut
she can’t come to my house if she not throwin no b-tt
when i nut on her face she get filled wit disgust
gotta three five wood and it’s filled wit some runtz
ayeeeeee my n-ggas gone slide everyday
i know n-ggas who clutchin dem k’s
we got choppas we’ll pull out and spray
y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck wit da gang
from da jungle and i can’t be tamed
from da souf where sh-t ain’t da same
from da boot where dem bodies gone lay
if it’s beef den i’ll pull up and meet him
30 shots yea dem bullets gone greet him
i got drip like it’s hurricane katrina
say you hungry dis choppa gone feed em
he got caught in da jam now he pray to allah
oh p-ssy ass n-gga dat ain’t even yo god
yea it’s big 4 bidnezz yea i stay wit a rod
dat choppa gone rest you like you came out da spa
woah, you already know im on go
my big cuz he stucc up da road
i can’t wait to my n-gga come home
i get money you flex wit a loan
yall be broke but my pockets on swole
gotta bad b-tch callin my phone
i can’t sign no deal i ain’t sellin my soul
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