b. hardy the poet no doubt (feat. c woodz) şarkı sözleri

Yeah, I'm really feeling this one right here man They never thought I would go off like this Watch me get it I'm in my bag now, hella stacks now These pantie wearing niggas must be on they rag now When they see the poet spitting on the mic now They gon' put on they red noses and bow down Hand me the throne and you see that crown Where you think I need them dollars at right now Gravity fucking they jaws to the floor down They talking giving me the keys to my town I'm stoning all these niggas up with one sound I'm walking on waves just to flex my faith now I'm speaking Spanish just to order from the border Not talking kitchen chef but we just talking Walter For those that didn't get that, that's a breaking bad reference Don't be mad at me at this next one I know you mad at me but I don't really get it I gave you everything but you just had to spend it I would f*ck you everywhere but that's depending Do you have a man and can you take a dicking I really need a fat ass with some titties Please just stop judging I don't mean to be picky If you a honey pot shits bound to get sticky Your man on the way this bout to be a quicky Watch how quick I go on this next one They know I had to go off embezzlement flows like Maddoff I'm a ticking time bomb I'm about to go off So watch the buttons that you push or I'mma blow off I ain't talking steam nigga I'm talking the full boom I've been that nigga since I came outta the womb Apolloing these niggas off the stage hand me the broom Spraying these flows in the air I'm bound to clear the room I only came to put these whack rappers in their tombs You made an ass of yourself trying to assume That I wouldn't be great that just makes you the buffoon I don't have a team they more like a platoon So watch your fucking mouth fore you get handled by some goons Hey you know we got one of them goons on the track you know Hey yo C Woodz let these niggas know where you from A lot of these niggas that's pushing P really pussy Want me to perform in your city, you gotta book me Nigerian bad ting yea, yea she tooking Ass so fat in them jeans that's why they looking I'm touching her private all on the island We so private, we flying private Got me hooked and I can't deny it Took her out the streets, now that's perfect timing Kicking in the back door Caught him slipping, had his mother fucking strap low Uh, Uh, Uh I remember when we was eating the canned food Spinning the block, crashing on niggas, Bandacoot I paid my dues, how I'm feeling is brand new Back back, why you pressing her let her choose Ima man's man, only move when money talk yea Spazzing on this beat, that's no doubt yea
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