Bob Lanzetti - B

Дата добавления: 29 сентября 2017

Формат: mp3

Исполнители: Bob Lanzetti

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[Verse 1: T.I.]
Okay, we walk off in this bitch,
Ballin' in this bitch,
Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch,
Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch,
They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this.
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on,
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on,
I'ma big dawg, got 'em pissed off,
A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw.
They like, "Eh, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I."
Bunch of bad bitches with a looking like Aaliyah,
We just pull up, hop out,
Go in, show out,
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard.

[Hook:]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk. [x3]
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.
Ball. [x12]
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt.

[Verse 2: T.I.]
The club full of bad bitches and they came to play,
Okay, it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face.
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks, girl,
You make your way up to my section where it's at, girl.
Okay, do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket?
Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it.
Get right, ho, roll a dice, ho,
And, you ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like ho.
But everyday I step behind a wall,
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball,
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me,
And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open
If you wanna get drunk.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga!
Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger,
Shake that ass like a salt shaker,
I keep a L lit up like an elevator.
Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse,
I throw that dick like darts.
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody,
I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy.
I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt,
Imma fire my blunt like Donald Trump.
Where you at, ho? Where you at, ho?
Can a nigga stick key up in ya back door?
Tunechi!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: T.I.]
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim,
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem,
That thang up for me, show me that you love me,
If it's really too much for you, you can bring a couple buddies.
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains,
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane,
Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs,
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs.
I like my women fat, ass pretty, toes and thing,
Long hair don't care as long as none down there,
If it's manicured, I can have fun down there.
Take you to whatever club, throw some money in the air.

[Hook]

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