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Landspeed - extendo şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Landspeed

albüm: L$1k


One, two
One, two, three, four
Tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when we pull up, we give no fuck (Landspeed)
Bimmer, Bentley, Hummer truck, we say "What's up?" and test my luck
You see this kit on my 'Yota, vanilla white is my flavor
If they askin' say "What's up", it's Virtue Nasty in the cut, yuh
That shit hard
Fuck, get off my shit
Man, fuck 'em, fuck, fuckboy
Speedboy shit
Yuh, ayy, yuh, ayy
I tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when they pull up they get no love
Bitch, come pull up in the cut, I'm Patrick Bateman in the gloves
Lil' punk come rippin' in yo' truck, I'm rainin' bullets from above
Rainin' hell from up above 'cause you prayin' when the goin' get tough
Ayy, flak gone, spray and pray, never fuckin' know when they come my way
Smoke from my barrel, now I need an ashtray, armed to the bone like it's doomsday
It's on everyday, bag a new whip when I get paid
My bitch act up like this foreplay, now she on my shit on the freeway
Fuck
Get off my shit
Say "What's up", fuckboy
Bitch, I know I'm fuckin' hated, frustrated
Degraded, tainted and I'm always understated
Smokin' hermit, purple gasolina, It's my fuckin' favorite
Yeah boy, I see you devastated 'cause I calculated where ya situated
Picked apart yo' turbo which you fabricated (Punk)
Back to basics punk, it's back to basics
And when I see 'em in the cut I tell 'em, I tell 'em
Tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when we pull up, we give no fuck
Bimmer, Bentley, Hummer truck, we say "What's up?" and test my luck
You see this kit on my 'Yota, vanilla white is my flavor
If they askin' say "What's up", it's Virtue Nasty in the cut, yuh
I don't like none of these bitches 'cause bitches be fake and fugazi
That dumb bitch, damn, damn
I don't like none of these bitches 'cause bitches be fake and fugazi
Take his money, baby, he be that effy
On the block, baby, I be the savior
Nah, nah, nah
Don't wanna hear what you wanna go talk about
Give me yo' money, give me what you worry 'bout
Uh, uh, uh, disappear niggas, I feel like Houdini
Match me if you tryna come see me
Stunt on my dick and just eat it, linguini
Now she want hit me up, nigga, like all the time
I was so broke, I was smokin' these lil' dimes, uh, ayy
Give me a bad bitch, I'm out of control
And I snuck in the henny, I'm outta my zone
Fat lil' bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I gettin' money
And I finna eat to the bone
Tell 'em boys to say "What's up", when we pull up, we give no fuck
Bimmer, Bentley, Hummer truck, we say "What's up?" and test my luck
You see this kit on my 'Yota, vanilla white is my flavor
If they askin' say "What's up", it's Virtue Nasty in the cut, yuh

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