Pov City Anthem - текст песни
Pov City Anthem
Verse1: Now everybody just bounce bounce my pov city hustlers bounce all me hood slimmies and panamamies seek hell We fall off in the club its nothin but love Pretty bottles of skimmy and sticky bud and its 50 50 luv. All across the bore dog gully respect gully never falls for row dog get out of my character when she back it up but after such good preformance i had to get up on it Ma I give it how u want it make u a new lady Poker open her crazy now all day she two way me type of shit like ooooo baby Everything u do is gravy models Im hittin lately So all u can do is hate me Stare me down and skrew face me Hype your man up to lace me C'mon all ya'll butter soft swetter to taste me My hands rip two hammers double action prime time mince the acts.
Chorus: Now get your motherfuckin hands up high Touch the sky and if u holdin white then get it up Mammies in the club lookin right o u ain't spendin the night give her the pen number mommy hit me up. Keep the sky tailed tag Until i get u in the back of the jag After we burn a bag I'ma bring the guns O you a baller then ball to this my pimps,gangsters,and dogs I ain't mad at u playa Play on Play on
Verse 2: And then we holla out Gangsta Gangsta Paper chaser I love the cape And pietite mammies with the coke bottle shape So keep shakin that money maker ma ma I can't hate ya Its a cold world ol' girl Now take advice from a pimp While im spittin this vinimious into missin women Crone rims glissinn' on the lac truck Traffic get backed up we in the cloudest smoke from vinx Im heavy wieght and I ain't speakin bout pounds and vinx Use to spit off the sport but now its business When u see me holla like u know me i ain't scared hommie Pick up the mic and put down the rap and flow Now I rap and flow wit a fire acid flow You know And God I ain't got to repeat it Right infront of your eyes u see it The best test reader motherfucker
Chorus: Repeat from last time
Verse 3:Now everybody just (singer)Ride.......... If u sittin on dubes in that big body rollin up drugs and get (singer)High..........Murda its Murda Now u know its only right and nessescary That I snatch ready that we spittin heavy Bombs medaphors dog nigga its gravy Switzer better belive im focus now Feed you to the vulchers murderest poster child. Click,Clack,Blaw The pound sure to drop And catch you full of that Harlem born on a mop Its for love,livin,and love them thugs,Women Who will hustle and grind When its hard times Playa we came in this game wit no gimicks And finish the minute your frame Get hoes in it Straight business wit No Limits Like Master P So if u bout that strill on my nilla and stack them g's and stwist up burn the vanilla dust we livin up no bread .... and big red we givin sluts I'm just a villain willin to kill for that pot of gold You gotta know its all for the dow
Chorus: Repeat from last time
Tah: Yeh its a playa event All my playas ya heard Pov City Yeh Part of the grinsey Cheedarball Murse Yeh its goin down 2001 Murda Murda Ugh Gangsta Gangsta C-Life
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