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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Неизвестный исполнитель
Песня: Испания
Добавил: Гость
Неизвестный исполнитель – Испания 0You can sound the alarm, you can call out your guards You can fence in your yard, you can hold all the cards But I won't back down, oh no I won't back down, oh no [Verse One] Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe DeVilles, brain-dead rims, yeah stupid wheels Girl I'm too for real, losу your tooth and nail, try ta fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel What I do I do at will, shootin' from the hip, yeah boy I shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed, screamin' "F that", yeah, super ill Baby what the deal, we can chill, split a half-a-pill and a Happy Meal F**k a steak s**t, I'll cut my toes off and step on the receipt 'fore I foot the bill Listen garden tool, don't make me introduce you to my power tool, you know the f**kin' drill How you douchebags feel knowin' you're disposable? Summer's Eve, Massengill Shady's got that mass appeal, baby crank the sh** cause it's your g**damn jam You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact, well shorty I'm that man These other cats ain't metaphorically where I'm at man, I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium And said "Settle your f**kin' a** down I'm ready for combat, man" Get it? Calm Batman? Nah, ain't nobody whose as bomb and as nuts Lines are like mom's cat scans cause they f**kin' go bananas Honey I applaud that a**, swear to God man, these broads can't dance Ma, show 'em how it's done, spaz like a g**damn Taz, yeah [Chorus] [Verse Two] Girl shake that a** like a donkey with Parkinson's, make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers Playin' with an Etch-a-Sketch, bet ya that you'll never guess whose knockin' at your doors People hit the floors, yeah tonight ladies you gon' get divorced Girl forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris' force like you p**sed him off Talented with the tongue muthaf**ka, you ain't got a lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores, makin' cash registers sh** their drawers Think you spit the rawest? I'm an uncooked slab of beef, layin' on your kitchen floor Other words I'm off the meat rack, bring the beat back, bring me two extension cords I'ma measure my d**k, sh** I need six inches more, f**k my d**k's big, b**ch Need I remind you? That I don't need the f**kin' Swine Flu to be a sick pig? You're addicted I'm dope, I'm the longest needle around here, need a fix, ock? I'm the big shot, get it d**k snots? You're just small pokes, little pricks, ha Girl you think that other prick's hot? I'll drink gasoline and eat a lit match 'fore I sit back and let him get hotter, better call the cops on him quick fast Shady's right back on you're b**ch a**, white trash with a half a six-pack In his hatchback trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch [Chorus] [Verse Three] B**ch am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin'? Does a bird chirp? Does Lil Wayne slurp syrup 'til he burps and smoke purp? Does a word search get Circled wrapped around it like you do when I come through? I'd like it to remind yourself Of what the f**k I can do when I'm on the mic, girl you're the kinda girl that I can take a likin' to Psych, I'm spikin' you like a football, been this way since I stood a foot tall You're a good catch with a sh**ty spouse, got a pretty mouth and a good jaw Give me good brain, watch the wood grain, don't want no cum stain, b**ch you listenin'? Tryna turn me down, s**t I'm talkin' to you, turn me back up! Are you insane? |
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