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Paroles : Karma
Steve Drive
Six-O
Steve Drive
(Me gusta este ritmo de $avage, aha)
My b*t*h caught me with another b*t*h, I think she mad at me
She ask me why I don't pick up my phone, I’m low on battery
I'm a rich lil' b*st*rd, f**k with me, boost up your salary
These hoes be teasin’ me, [?] b*t*hes in my gallery
Ridin', they won't do me like them boys did Pac
Slidin', treat him like a pimple, he get popped
Glide, foe gave me thе sweep, I got the mop
High, so high of this Ziggy, I see stars
He low, creepin' on him, shorty pull up with the hеaters on him
He tough, the reaper on him, f**k around put some eaters on him
And I just bought some pipes up in my hood that's worth your salary
Put that tool up in your mouth just like you got some cavities
Buck-buck, brrah, give him ten, shoot up truck
Heard he tried to get outta there, f**k, shorty speed it up
n***a diss V.Roy, this sh*t'll turn into a tragedy
All that Twitter cappin' on the ’net, it don’t apply to me
Shells in that Glock, them b*t*hes chunky look like batteries
Lil' b*t*h, b*t*h, you ain’t gon' pop your gun, uh
Hangin' out the sunroof with Von, uh
Smoke, cough up a lung
Money on him, Ching Chong
And we don't beef with bums
My b*t*h caught me with another b*t*h, I think she mad at me
She ask me why I don’t pick up my phone, I'm low on battery
I'm a rich lil' b*st*rd, f**k with me, boost up your salary
These hoes be teasin' me, [?] b*t*hes in my gallery
Ridin', they won't do me like them boys did Pac
Slidin', treat him like a pimple, he get popped
Glide, foe gave me the sweep, I got the mop
High, so high of this Ziggy, I see stars
Six-O
Steve Drive
(Me gusta este ritmo de $avage, aha)
My b*t*h caught me with another b*t*h, I think she mad at me
She ask me why I don't pick up my phone, I’m low on battery
I'm a rich lil' b*st*rd, f**k with me, boost up your salary
These hoes be teasin’ me, [?] b*t*hes in my gallery
Ridin', they won't do me like them boys did Pac
Slidin', treat him like a pimple, he get popped
Glide, foe gave me thе sweep, I got the mop
High, so high of this Ziggy, I see stars
He low, creepin' on him, shorty pull up with the hеaters on him
He tough, the reaper on him, f**k around put some eaters on him
And I just bought some pipes up in my hood that's worth your salary
Put that tool up in your mouth just like you got some cavities
Buck-buck, brrah, give him ten, shoot up truck
Heard he tried to get outta there, f**k, shorty speed it up
n***a diss V.Roy, this sh*t'll turn into a tragedy
All that Twitter cappin' on the ’net, it don’t apply to me
Shells in that Glock, them b*t*hes chunky look like batteries
Lil' b*t*h, b*t*h, you ain’t gon' pop your gun, uh
Hangin' out the sunroof with Von, uh
Smoke, cough up a lung
Money on him, Ching Chong
And we don't beef with bums
My b*t*h caught me with another b*t*h, I think she mad at me
She ask me why I don’t pick up my phone, I'm low on battery
I'm a rich lil' b*st*rd, f**k with me, boost up your salary
These hoes be teasin' me, [?] b*t*hes in my gallery
Ridin', they won't do me like them boys did Pac
Slidin', treat him like a pimple, he get popped
Glide, foe gave me the sweep, I got the mop
High, so high of this Ziggy, I see stars
