D.r.u.g.s Testo
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Testo D.r.u.g.s
(Feat. Yg 400)
tire marks tire marks , finish line with the fire marks when the relay starts ma run away slaves master
shittin on the past gotta spit it like a paster , after dasher did like doe like dasher , faster motorbike faster
iggy gotta get a bitch , watch for my ratrue\white be swagg boutta blow like wind , penthouse two rooftops at the wind ,
when i win when i win i win , no when i win , im like yump like chin , got hoes on call , got hoes on call to come thru take a protocall ,
disdamage ya thats my protocall dismantal ya hustler lands on slauson , no camera i dont care who you are . no condom rap gotta give it to you raw ,
pitchfork point , can you pass me the joint. gotta twist this beat , ima sprain my joint . straight , crack , rock
gone to the pop pop poom . on trigga rap city no tigga , yeah shawty do it illa , im raw no digga , plus my muthafuckin
name is iggy not jigga , dont compare me to her , throw the bitch in a ditch , ruff ruff hoe , kill the bitch im vick ,
sowe the game up , staple up in a stich , click click pow , drugs game my click . look at my heels , LV on it .
ignorant art , everyboddy on it . everybody want it . 666 . gotta 3 car garage drive way be the omen
boss like cowen , hate me , coach reachin in 3d cant see me , pockets fatter than a h3 , i dont see ya like mase me
uhn , D.R.U.G.S CLICK oh and we on hater . on these hoes head no activater . chors fucks up when you activate her
cause im goin in with my hand raised , boutta smack smack smack till my hand cave . on a bitch made , honey im paid
ima get laid , fuck ya man cave . you act like you real be real son . come to space out you bitches be duckin,
better than ya girl , and the beds make you cummin , chucka ress unless its sex no less . ima fuck the whole game
im best , wit my strap on my vibrator , bout to bust a rhyme no violater , courts know i feel my self , ima masterbater
like uhn uhn UHN fuck me fuck me , now im off beat my head hurts , i murks shit , i gets paper , wash my mouth
i curse like a sailor . BITCH
tire marks tire marks , finish line with the fire marks when the relay starts ma run away slaves master
shittin on the past gotta spit it like a paster , after dasher did like doe like dasher , faster motorbike faster
iggy gotta get a bitch , watch for my ratrue\white be swagg boutta blow like wind , penthouse two rooftops at the wind ,
when i win when i win i win , no when i win , im like yump like chin , got hoes on call , got hoes on call to come thru take a protocall ,
disdamage ya thats my protocall dismantal ya hustler lands on slauson , no camera i dont care who you are . no condom rap gotta give it to you raw ,
pitchfork point , can you pass me the joint. gotta twist this beat , ima sprain my joint . straight , crack , rock
gone to the pop pop poom . on trigga rap city no tigga , yeah shawty do it illa , im raw no digga , plus my muthafuckin
name is iggy not jigga , dont compare me to her , throw the bitch in a ditch , ruff ruff hoe , kill the bitch im vick ,
sowe the game up , staple up in a stich , click click pow , drugs game my click . look at my heels , LV on it .
ignorant art , everyboddy on it . everybody want it . 666 . gotta 3 car garage drive way be the omen
boss like cowen , hate me , coach reachin in 3d cant see me , pockets fatter than a h3 , i dont see ya like mase me
uhn , D.R.U.G.S CLICK oh and we on hater . on these hoes head no activater . chors fucks up when you activate her
cause im goin in with my hand raised , boutta smack smack smack till my hand cave . on a bitch made , honey im paid
ima get laid , fuck ya man cave . you act like you real be real son . come to space out you bitches be duckin,
better than ya girl , and the beds make you cummin , chucka ress unless its sex no less . ima fuck the whole game
im best , wit my strap on my vibrator , bout to bust a rhyme no violater , courts know i feel my self , ima masterbater
like uhn uhn UHN fuck me fuck me , now im off beat my head hurts , i murks shit , i gets paper , wash my mouth
i curse like a sailor . BITCH
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