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Screwston - Murderholics текст песни

Исполнитель: Screwston

альбом: November 16, 2000 The Day Houston Died (Chopped & Screwed)


I blow three for ten, smoke in the wind
Smoke one for my niggas locked in the pen
Skrilla all about his damn dividends
My clout, my loot, my damn Benjamins
Man I pop the trunk, and might drop the top
Always leave the house with my Glock on cock
Niggas mad at Skrill cuz they block on lock
Nigga fuck the talk and I'll pop hot shots
Hoes wanna talk, they'll do ya broad
Don't even hate boy, I'll pull your card
Playa think you hard? Nigga bring yo squad
Down to Woodbrother, Woodforest Boulevard
Hoes wanna talk, they'll do ya broad
Don't even hate boy, I'll pull your card
Playa think you hard? Nigga bring yo squad
Down to Woodbrother, Woodforest Boulevard
I'm sipping lean, promethazine
Nigga getting green, ain't been a thing
My Byzantine still shine so clean
Hopping out of stretch limousines
I'm sipping lean, promethazine
Nigga getting green, ain't been a thing
My Byzantine still shine so clean
Hopping out of stretch limousines
I'm on the scene draped in fancy clothes
Gotta leave the club with some jazzy hoe
Got some niggas coming at me swole
Pop my trunk, pull out the four-four
I know they don't think they can take me down
Hoe ass niggas never seen me clown
Catch me slip, nigga I won't bitch
I'll get your ass on the rebound
I'm H-Town raised, getting blazed
Getting laid nigga, getting paid
Sippin' lemonade in the shade
Niggas playa made where I stay
Been on the grind, getting mine
Did my time, now I'm living fine
Got so many throwed hoes in line
I got them boys really tripping huh?

Some call me a throwed nigga, blown nigga
Believe everything that's told nigga
Popping tots and shopping robbers
Floss in the open road nigga
Watch me wiggin' got me feeling life is like a roller coaster
Stop and listen, I envision flying with the dodo smokers
Man, a nigga like me I floss my shit
Roll in a Benz with the window tint
Reach for the chain, bling in the ring
Falling out with this drank I sip
Wave my trunk, display my bump
Fifteen carats grace my front
Screens is falling, niggas balling
Ya'll finna feel this life I stunt
Switching lanes, gripping grain
In my lap's my pistol mayne
Those who wait, gon' meet your fate
I show ya'll bout this game I'm playing
Pimping hoes for shoes and clothes
Slamming precious Lexus doors
Understand me, rolling candy
Ain't trynna brag but Coast is throwed
On my mind is money making
Serving fiends this coke I'm baking
5 leave me, leave me alone
Texas prison chance I'm taking
Oh my God, man hold up
Too much lean up in my cup
Slow me down, turn me around
Ya'll gon' flip, I'm posted up

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