Lyrics:
murda them to bomboclaat
Mi hear di pussy dem a chat
But mi wi wipe mi foot inna
Dem face like a mat
Walk pon dem nose bridge till
Flat bridge nuh so
dependent' on me
Niggas don't know where I'm at
I find your house on the app
People around you ain't slatt
They plottin' hard when you flat
They got a gun
Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI
HeÂ's a leather lover
A rawhide man
Throws a fifty foot houlihan
Wears a flat brim hat
And a mule skin
club
Just find a quiet little turnoff
And fang it through the scrub
CHORUS
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust
Foots flat to the floor
I'm flat strap out
She 5 foot 2
On section 8, the first and 15th is her favorite day
And in nine months she'll have the number 5
She only need one thing to survive
She
Back to attack like mortal combat,
Knockin 'em flat with contact,
On site, (passing others by strong direction),
We must evade this infection,
Reggae dancehall it comprised a winery (yuh see)
Lock up yuh foot, gyal wine yuh body (yuh see)
If yuh can wine yuh hold yuh man aan' him carry (yuh see)
you shoulda put your foot in her ass
Like a pimp's supposed to do
But instead of goin' 'upside da head'
You bought her a 5 karat wit' your bread
in a council flat
He looks a proper narner
In his great big hobnail boots
He's got such a job to pull 'em up
That he calls them daisy roots
Some
Wring my neck like toothpaste tube, I fall
Face flat like shoelace loose
Some walls go rose when tool say pew
Touche dudes screws came two dang loose
We got the back door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them cows ta Flat Rock."
You hear that, Earl? He says he's
Second Hand
Second Foot
Second Head
Все умрут
Second Hand
Second Foot
Second Head
Все умрут
Second Hand
Second Foot
Second Head
Все умрут
Second Hand
gonna make you happy
I'm gonna spin you round
I'm gonna cut your strings
I put my foot flat down on the floor
I took it as far as I could
I took it
flat wheelers, way down the road
I've been ridin' them blind passengers, dead-enders, kickin' up cinders
I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lord
I've
strings
I put my foot flat down on the floor
I took it as far as I could
I took it down there to Sheridan Street
By the dark wood
Late at might when I want
in a council flat
He looks a proper narner
In his great big hobnail boots
He's got such a job to pull 'em up
That he calls them daisy roots
Some
heart and mind on a nigga
Yeah, Lambo J, I call him Jigga
Flat tummy tea, but she don't need to watch her figure
She don't need to pose for the 'Gram,
my head
Thinking about all the lies, that you said
Living my life one foot on the edge
One foot on the ground, in this sorry ass town
Staying up till 5
brother's keeper
We foot it to the park where the swoon units walk
And sit with the phoenicians digging on musicians
Hanging with the rebels sipping
seconds flat,
0 to 60 just like that!
I drive and drive.
Verse 2
Cruise, Cruising along
Got the top down and the wind in my hair.
Don’t mind
motherfucker
Leather to the foot, horses I lead them to the brook
If you locked, then keep the chisel in the book
I see a lion in the mirror when I look
my lap, finger on my thumper
Twist wig back, head crack
Flat line, alpine, deck
Rolla supplier, quiet as it's kept
I want to retire but I can't,
Look uhn new to the ghetto
He's new to ghetto his foot on the pedal
Useless as ever cause he is not ghetto
Now he is in trouble
He's food
about?
The meanest looking cars you ever seen
Running flat out
Drivin' thunder
Rollin' down the race track
Drivin' thunder
You can't ever relax
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