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Villz - Hoods Hottest текст песни

Исполнитель: Villz

альбом: Hoods Hottest


Oscar on the beat
ET, I could teach you how to floss, G
Hi there, welcome to my flat
Hi there, welcome to my flat
This is where I like to trap, line up all the fucking cats
And you know they're getting smacked, 30 gigas in the rap
And they're all getting trapped, opps tried it, they'll get wapped
I'll leave anything cah lass
22, with the whistle, hear you say you're moving tap
12 I drooped in the trap
And if we can call the nack around, scheme weves long
And her back is looking mad, country lanes and MG
And we're heading up to Castle, come straight back 'round
And then we're flying up to Tad, coming back
Late nights, I don't know what to tell my girl
I wanna go and see the fam
It's getting awkward with my nan
'Cause they're getting the impression on the ends I am the man
First words with pots and pans
It was written for the dime
I put the yoller in the bags and see mad prof
I've got talent with my eye, call it Van Gogh
And when I first learnt to whip, it looked like back wash
ET give a fuck about a rap song
Fam, I focused on the trap, don
Getting packs gone and find my yak's long
But it's nice when she's holding back
Shots, whack it out quick then it's heading back to trap spots
Put a tracker on your whip, yeah, we watch G's
I love my white boy who taught me how to drop trees
Meditate in the trap and yeah, I shot B's
ET, I could teach you how to floss, G
D sweared on the drip, popping ten by sicky rocket
On the waist I got my stick so you know I'm feeling rocky
I ain't selling dreams, been trapping from my teens
All I knew was pheens, now it's flights overseas
Cali OCB's and some nice jeans, and you know we're blowing peas
In the studio with the six rack
From a young age, I've stayed around some sick waps
Floss too much and get yourself kidnapped
Floss too much and get yourself kidnapped
It's a rap town general, easy style
Take my widest number, it's a easy dial
Throw a box and your kid and he'll bleed a while
Give a swear to our lad then he'll have peas tonight
Hi there, welcome to my flat
This is where I like to trap, line up all the fucking cats
And you know they're getting smacked, 30 gigas in the rap
And they're all getting trapped, opps tried it, they'll get wapped
I'll leave anything cah lass
22, with the whistle, hear you say you're moving tap
12, I drooped in the trap
And if we can call the nack around, scheme weves long
And her back is looking mad, country lanes and MG
And we're heading up to Castle, come straight back 'round
And then we're flying up to Tad, coming back
Late nights, I don't know what to tell my girl
I wanna go and see the fam
It's getting awkward with my nan
'Cause they're getting the impression on the ends I am the man
First words with pots and pans
It was written for the dime
She was written for the dime
Oscar on the beat

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