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letra de versatile ft. coolio - escape wagon - versatile

[intro]
yo cus’
ringsend and compton on a track
what the f-ck’s up with that?

[verse 1 – caspar walsh]
where they come from pr-cks get danced on
then sold by the fellas with the amps on
to be bought, to be bought by mwah
so i get me hole quicker than a tampon

i never gave a bollox about politics
cause’ all i ever wanted was my bollox l!cked
mr. cool’s got the big bollox
step back ‘fore he fills ye with hollow tips

[verse 2 – coolio]
pitty pat, pitty pat, [all on?] a kitty cat
triple x got the p-ssy cushion on the kitty mat
pretty face, long hair, vibes and the t-tty’s fat
got her -ss screaming [it was z?] where the guinea mat?
then she started yelling, it don’t matter just no [pulling back?]
got the p-ssy full, is he irish, or is he black?
i guess it don’t matter, as long as he p-ssy [mat?]
play a pimp pulling up in a k!lla’ cadillac
he’s mine, he’s mine, i want him all the time
the p-ssy belong to him, no ninety-nine
he on that gangster sh-t, he give me gangster d-ck
oh what am i to do, now i got a gangster cl-t
do it well all the time, make the p-ssy swell
then its back to the [house in the b?] where the p-ssy smell

[verse 3 – caspar walsh]
yeah
make a bomb in the kit, then make that sh-t blow
f-cking pretty women, then i’m dippin’ out the window

[chorus]
she’s dropping low and she’s teasing man
but i can’t let her ’cause i’m freezing man
darling please understand, your fella wants a go is he bleeding mad?
i’ve two keys in my hand, one is for your man, the other’s for my wagon
my escape wagon
my escape wagon
my escape wagon
now watch me disappear when this rave is done

[verse 4 – eskimo supreme]
four figure digit outfit no sh-t
patek on the wrist, now you know it’s legit
ice around the neck, gold on the kicks
i never carry weapons but the boy’s stay equipped
don’t ask why pal it has to be done
married women want to suck me like a capri sun
they want the young [bull?], they want me i run the clubs
all the beer belly fella’s are straight to the running to the pubs
gangster, gangster
i won’t sleep on the bed if the sh-t’s aren’t silk
sleep with a young one if i know she’s not filth
all day sitting on me hole no guilt
all day b-tching in me ear i’m not built
to be dealing with no hoodrat
they love me, but i can’t love back
ask them if i’ll ever come back
i never come back

[outro]
ringsend and compton
we always knew it was going to happen
ringsend
compton [are your?]
[mixed concern?]
yah
the compton are [your?]
ringsend

- versatile

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