- DUSTY LOCANE RUMBLE 歌詞
- DUSTY LOCANE
- [Intro]
Look
We gon put that nigga on a TV
Put him on a shirt
Look
Where Im from, my niggas all put in work
Listen
[Chorus]
I hope that youre ready to rumble
Cause I brought my weapon with me, I dont tussle
Only the gang, nigga, I dont trust you
Talk out your neck, I wont move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he dont need a muzzle
****in your treesh, you thinkin she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
****ed up the sheets, aint use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that youre ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she love it
[Verse 1 ]
I call up Elliot, bust the Patek
Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
Bought her a ass, so I could slap it
She soakin wet, all on the mattress
Thumbin through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
Play bout my cheddar, Im grippin the ratchet
Im throwin bullets, leave em in fragments
Up in the Woo, nigga, whats crackin?
Makin a movie
Up it and aim at your kufi
Dripped out in Gucci
Perky got me feelin groovy
You claim you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
Put down a pokey and get you a pipe
Watch the opps, they movin cise
Glock with a sight, dont play with your life
[Chorus]
I hope that youre ready to rumble
Cause I brought my weapon with me, I dont tussle
Only the gang, nigga, I dont trust you
Talk out your neck, I wont move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he dont need a muzzle
****in your treesh, you thinkin she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
****ed up the sheets, aint use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that youre ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she love it
[Verse 2]
Im gon talk that talk
Gimme me talk back too
Im a demon on the loose
Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
And I dont play no games
Oppositions all the same
Mask up on the stain
I need the diamonds and the chains
Filled up with rage, I swished, look
Leave his body in a ditch, heh
On the gang, I wont switch
Oh, you think you hot, so we burned em
Leave em dead, thats certain
Spin his block, swervin
Hit em up, closed curtain
[Chorus]
I hope that youre ready to rumble
Cause I brought my weapon with me, I dont tussle
Only the gang, nigga, I dont trust you
Talk out your neck, I wont move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon come and brush you
My dawg off the leash, he dont need a muzzle
****in your treesh, youthinkin she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
****ed up the sheets, aint use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that youre ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she love it
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