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作词 : Destin Route | 作曲 : Destin Route | Bitch
作词 : Destin Route 作曲 : Destin Route Bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Three in the back, two in the front One in my lap, two in the trunk Who got the strap? Who got the pump? Open the cap, open the door, yeah-huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Three in the back, two in the front One in my lap, two in the trunk Who got the K? I got the drac Caught with, pulled in, lil' JID got pull, yeah, huh Lil' dawg with a bite in the bark A nice heart niggas abuse and turned to dark The nighthawk lookin' for food and look at the booty Nicer, baby, the bougie bitch look good with the light off He bust real dope moves, one dope boy, two loose screws Three bad black lil' niggas said "**** school" **** them, **** you, **** dudes up Tough dudes get touched too Ash to ash, and dust to dust, you best to bust to rusty, dusty, if you rush me (Man, slow the beat down) Yeah, pullin' up well, he got his heat and his hooligans there Who brought the beef and the food for the bear? Who got the fever, the heat it can shoot in the air Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (I'm from the, bitch, bitch) Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, you can see the street sign Never seen a peace sign, hell yeah Said he finna respawn, shootin' out of a Nissan Put that boy to sleep now, hell yeah Nigga, **** twelve, they be jockin' the player Lil' Glock .9, let it pop in the air Ninja Turtle Raphael when they caught a shell Better say a prayer when he walkin' to jail They said he walk it like he talk it, then he walkin' it well They said he 'bout to tuck a shank and he ain't tuckin' his tail He train well, wheel train goin' off of the rails Same thing, gang bang, he ain't stock for bail Three in the back, two in the front One in my lap, two in the trunk Who got the K? I got the drac Caught with, pulled in, lil' JID got pull You nigga runnin', now you not safe I'm from Bleveland, nigga, that was BK Walkin' down Ave with that drac These [?] made it out of here Nigga mad that I got that pay I'm gone, bitch, hahaha, yeah Uh, look I'm from the East, look at the streets, lookin' for peace, yeah He was in a Nissan, never put the heat down, givin' niggas beat down, yeah-yeah-yeah Bitch comin' in the night like thief when it's sleep time, he be on creep now, hell yeah Tell you from the fest now, hell yeah They done let the beast die hell yeah, hell yeah Trippin', I gotta get out of the city Lot of shit I been dealin' with makin' money, makin' enemies My lots of time tick and tockin' until infinity I'm feelin' fine, real good, I'm lookin' physically fortified Fifty feet tall, a hundred wide I jump high and run fast, a hundred miles My nigga still in the hood, he just one of the guys He gettin' sick of the bull, wanted a hundred thousand But he be good, a hundred rounds, a hundred down A bloodhound, I think that nigga a blood now He bang guns and take crumbs, he bugged out Don't even try and show him another route He been thuggin' since a youngin' You know that we seen it comin' Since park ball days, out the way Get mad, fight niggas, walkin' off crazy Play with him and all he would say is Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
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