letra de giga chip - screwstache
ohh, ohh
ohh, yeah
ohh, ohh
ohh, ohh
[chorus]
sun up ’til the sun come down
ran up, then he got gunned down
what you gon’ do? you got one down
don’t you keep that sh-t in the house
don’t play that sh-t in the south
talk that talk, get hit in the mouth
[?] like big dawg in town
so i’ma take your ass to the pound
you can smell us, we rollin’ around
rollin’ up that motherf-ckin’ loud
might do a show, pull up to the crowd
might spit, this sh-t so foul
[verse 1: ca$houtjony]
i’m with my brotha, we poured that drink in the crush
flyin’ out the stars on a ufo with a ray gun, turn you to dust
goin’ back to planet nexus with y’all hoes with us
then to know the check, yeah, it’s comin’ advance (ha!)
every day we get bread, these p-ssy n-ggas ain’t got nothin’
i just f-cked your b-tch, all man, unfortunately, on brand
i done saw your friendship move, when you see me, better do what you say
i don’t like sh-t, this is not school, it’s all inside my head
[chorus]
sun up ’til the sun come down
ran up, then he got gunned down
what you gon’ do? you got one down
don’t you keep that sh-t in the house
don’t play that sh-t in the south
talk that talk, get hit in the mouth
[?] like big dawg in town
so i’ma take your ass to the pound
you can smell us, we rollin’ around
rollin’ up that motherf-ckin’ loud
might do a show, pull up to the crowd
might spit, this sh-t so foul
[break: screwstache & ca$houtjony]
ohh, ohh
ohh, yeah
ohh, ohh
ohh, ohh
[verse 2: screwstache]
stay the f-ck away from me, keep your d-mn mouth shut
i have no more attach to you, d-mn you ain’t my sl-t
i get money, diamonds, they look like hockey pucks
i’ll do whatever i want, do not give a f-ck
[break: screwstache & ca$houtjony]
ohh, ohh
ohh, yeah
ohh, ohh
ohh, ohh
ohh, ohh
ohh, yeah
ohh, ohh
ohh, ohh
[chorus]
sun up ’til the sun come down
ran up, then he got gunned down
what you gon’ do? you got one down
don’t you keep that sh-t in the house
don’t play that sh-t in the south
talk that talk, get hit in the mouth
[?] like big dawg in town
so i’ma take your ass to the pound
you can smell us, we rollin’ around
rollin’ up that motherf-ckin’ loud
might do a show, pull up to the crowd
might spit, this sh-t so foul
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