Songtext:
[Mia X (1)] transparent What, what, what, what, what, what, what Huh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what what Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what
[Verse 1] The crime started off, bloody kitzbühel unterkunft It's about pistol whippins and kickins Mama dishin' and blitzin' (Mama Mia) Cause you hoes gon' listen Taught to issue the pain And distribute some cocaine Can you fuck man, nah nah Animated Gifs I'm known for loosen' brains Bitch you think that I'm playin' Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf Gon' say goodbye to your health Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don't fumble Stackin' tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumble Basteln falten It ain't no thang bitch I'm straight off the tank Niggas second in motion, I'm a fool with that shank No, I ain't 2 be trusted When I sneak I'm straight bustin' ya mouth And ya nose and your eyes gon' close, swole My kid sister Sherry puttin' big holes, in ya Shirt Druckerei Po-po's trying to find the next nigga ya kin to Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters My lace tip split ya fuckin' decision maker Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on But make it known, official it's on Babytragetücher [Chorus] I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get brotlost Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split I'm running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired So don't fight it baby close your eyes
[Verse 2] When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U Immobilien Winterberg Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty Shoot now, fuck the convo nigga ain't no stoppin' When it's on we poppin', street sweeper straight knockin' What, what cocaine and trains leavin' niggas in gutters Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it's gonna be I'm choppin' down your whole family tree Forget me not, it's too hot Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty Better act in a hurry or I'ma load it with thirty Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilos And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks Bag em' after the chop, push em' out the back door Have the prepiest hoes runnin' buku dough Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone Gotta love Jones, for whackin' chrome upside niggas domes If it's on then it's on ain't no need to delay it Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain't to be played wit'
