Kishore Kumar Hits

Og Win - Trac Fone şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Og Win

albüm: Rap or Die


Something gotta shake Nigga I'ma back a cake nigga
Run with all the real niggas jack all the fake niggas
Something gotta shake Nigga ima bake a cake
Nigga Zoerilla we some real niggas steady going ape Nigga
Hmmmm hmmmm hmmm
Hmmmm hmmm hmmm
Hmm hmm
It go
Uh uh Uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
She steady screaming hot girl summer
Uhh
They surround the D just like a huddle
Uhh
She a millennial she 20 years and under
What that mean
I want the auntie and the momma
See I ran with the sack I was really just a runner
Then I start flipping packs then it turned me to a fronter
I was chilling in the back
I got tired of being humble
I was sitting in the trap with the Zoe's in the jungle
My side bitch side gig sold wigs by the bundle
She loving sucking dick i give her pipe like a plumber
She don't like the threesome
Then I don't even want her made her swallow pre cum
Then I go and switch the number
We busy chasing money boy we tired of waiting Uhh
You niggas looking hungry y'all ain't tired of hating Uhh
I'm laid up in the crib with a model naked
Uhh
I just shoot my shot I ain't watch to make it
Trac fone, black fone Zoe can you hear me
Shawty let me fuck it ain't cost one penny
Security ain't shit I done snuck in the semi
Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
I could blast a Nigga dome let a Nigga come near me
You arguing on the phone I got no talk left in me
You Niggas say it's smoke then I'm coming down your chimney
Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
I was trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Rapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Snapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Screaming fuck love I done took so many L's in it
Push the hell cat my bitch told me go to hell in it
K-9 unit man they even brought 12 with it
The oil base bricks got a nail polished smell in it
Niggas talking fish talk but never had a scale in it
Homie talking brick talk but never made a sell in it
How you talking weight talk but never had them bails with it
The neighbor say it's my fault that they ain't got no mail in it
Trac fone, black fone Zoe can you hear me
Shawty let me fuck it ain't cost one penny
Security ain't shit I done snuck in the semi
Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
I could blast a Nigga dome let a Nigga come near me
You arguing on the phone I got no talk left in me
You Niggas say it's smoke then I'm coming down your chimney
Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
I was trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Rapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Snapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
Trapping on the phone it was me and little Siri
It go
Uh uh Uh uh Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uhmm uhm uhm

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Sanatçının diğer albümleri

Benzer Sanatçılar