- DUSTY LOCANE RUMBLE 歌詞
- DUSTY LOCANE
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
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 dog 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
I call up Elliot, and buss 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
Uppin the Woo, nigga, whats crackin?
We 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
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 dog 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
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
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 dog 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
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