Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 - Til` My Casket Drops

Chorus: C-Bo

All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes
A Lexus, a mansion and eternal life
Maybe what it was, I was askin for too much
Prayin to God, thinkin `did he give a fuck?`
Twelve years old, I was always told
Every day I want it, that glitter ain`t gold
But fuck that shit, I want a twelve inch dick
A Coupe, a chrome, and a money makin bitch

Verse 1: C-Bo

A `Lac, front, back, man, I wish I had it
In a brim, Rolex down wit a automatic
I be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to Louisville
Strip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-L
Cos see these bitches ain`t shit but investments
And they ain`t worth shit unless they makin profit
I need a money-makin bitch to satisfy my needs
Some pussy, dough, diamonds and G`s
So when I swoop in my coupe, out to get my loot
Collect it from hookers more famous than Betty Boo
It be that, legalised pimpin that`s keepin me above the water
Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller
Cos a broke bitch ain`t nuttin but a downfall
Unless she cement her money and her mind, y`all
And wit straight-laced game is how ya take control
I been practisin the shit since twelve years old

Chorus

Verse 2: Lunasicc

One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane
Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs
Slappin these bitches, y`all can`t be laggin on the payroll
Let`s get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezo
I`m cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinter
I dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinner
Creepin when I`m sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted
by the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplay
Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knew
that if you fuck wit one of my niggas then you`re fuckin wit the crew
We roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heat
Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huh
I`m bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it
I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it
Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the O-Jays
Blastin like I`m crazy out the Colt wit my .3-80, Mafioso

Chorus

Verse 3: 151

Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno
Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos
Butt naked, checkin money by the G stack
As I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak
I`m just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes
Might catch em fo`-deep in a C-Ville on triple golds
Wit cell phones and pagers as if it`s on a grind
So to keep em an X-rated pussy is a goldmine

I`m on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climax
I`m wrapped up in my safe and G-pacts
Crackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglin
youngstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stangin
Ain`t no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em off
They get off in the Valley, immaculately, sippin rally`s
Winners are stackin chips up like alleys
From Seattle to Cali, the North of Valley, nigga

Chorus

Bitch!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 - Til` My Casket Drops Chorus: C-Bo All I ever wanted was a pair of Nikes A Lexus, a mansion and eternal life Maybe what it was, I was askin for too much Prayin to God, thinkin `did he give a fuck?` Twelve years old, I was always told Every day I want it, that glitter ain`t gold But fuck that shit, I want a twelve inch dick A Coupe, a chrome, and a money makin bitch Verse 1: C-Bo A `Lac, front, back, man, I wish I had it In a brim, Rolex down wit a automatic I be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to Louisville Strip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-L Cos see these bitches ain`t shit but investments And they ain`t worth shit unless they makin profit I need a money-makin bitch to satisfy my needs Some pussy, dough, diamonds and G`s So when I swoop in my coupe, out to get my loot Collect it from hookers more famous than Betty Boo It be that, legalised pimpin that`s keepin me above the water Fuck a bitch, get rich and live the life of a baller Cos a broke bitch ain`t nuttin but a downfall Unless she cement her money and her mind, y`all And wit straight-laced game is how ya take control I been practisin the shit since twelve years old Chorus Verse 2: Lunasicc One foot in the grave and eleven inches insane Psychotic nigga named Lunasicc, squattin out them gold thangs Slappin these bitches, y`all can`t be laggin on the payroll Let`s get your ass right back to the track before your face get steezo I`m cold like the winter, get up in your flesh like a splinter I dash with the cash then mash on the gas, prepare a hog for dinner Creepin when I`m sleepin, my bitch ya want coasted by the window, wit an AK ready for niggas wit their gunplay Cap peelers, drug dealers, I thought you knew that if you fuck wit one of my niggas then you`re fuckin wit the crew We roll deep like sheep, always strapped wit some heat Original gangsta, fuck a prankster, ride my nuts like a beat, huh I`m bout it, bout it, but niggas like you, I doubt it, doubt it I come thru, drinkin blue lookin bout it, bout it Ready for the gunplay, move the crowd like we the O-Jays Blastin like I`m crazy out the Colt wit my .3-80, Mafioso Chorus Verse 3: 151 Las Vegas, Lake Tahoe to Reno Bitches on the highest floors of the casinos Butt naked, checkin money by the G stack As I pose at the crap tables, sippin on yak I`m just a baller, wit a grip of money-makin hoes Might catch em fo`-deep in a C-Ville on triple golds Wit cell phones and pagers as if it`s on a grind So to keep em an X-rated pussy is a goldmine I`m on a major mission to increase my stacks to the highest climax I`m wrapped up in my safe and G-pacts Crackin like green weed sacks, for slangin, for danglin youngstas wit their pants hangin, gangbangin, .45 stangin Ain`t no tamin, aimin, accurate, we hit em off and slid em off They get off in the Valley, immaculately, sippin rally`s Winners are stackin chips up like alleys From Seattle to Cali, the North of Valley, nigga Chorus Bitch! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Til` My Casket Drops: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/18551.html Все тексты песен: C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 » C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 - Til` My Casket Drops » C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 - Til` My Casket Drops » C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 - All I Ever Wanted » C-Bo f Lunasicc, 151 - All I Ever Wanted Рекомендуем скачать: » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Янка Дягилева - Песенка про паучков » Яков Кофман - Осколок » Яков Кофман - Эх, стипендия! (Монолог голодного студента) » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яцюк Павел - Старый двор » Яна Симон - Бессонница » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Яков Кофман - Перестройка, перестройка, перестройка... » Яна Симон - Акварель » Яна Симон - Цветочные страсти » Ярослав Юдин - Дети зимы » Яков Кофман - Память » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты) » Ярослав Илларионов (Фабрика звезд-4) - Корабли » Яков Кофман - Язык мой – крест мой и ярмо » Яна Симон - Машет вьюга по-над крышей... » Янка Дягилева - Полкоролевства » Ярослав Юдин - Полюбила девочка » Яков Кофман - (Из цикла Анекдоты)
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