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D**g Traffickin - Summrs.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Deante Johnson/Summrs
[00:00.000] 作曲 : venexxi/Summrs/Abdul Johnson
[00:00.000](BrentRambo)
[00:03.923]Yeah, yeah
[00:06.093]P***y nigga get zipped, yeah
[00:09.467]That p***y nigga get flipped, yeah
[00:13.032]On the way home
[00:14.761]In the Track', sport mode
[00:16.273]Track' mode, yeah
[00:18.472]This b***h nasty like some Tris
[00:20.183]Going two hundred in this b***h
[00:22.315]Ridin' dirty with them sticks
[00:24.052]New Celine, no Rick
[00:25.917]Yeah, I don't rock that shit
[00:27.649]I got blood on my kicks
[00:29.345]I got blood on my stick
[00:31.068]Yeah, if you know, then you know, spit on that b***h
[00:34.885]Got my cutter, you ain't catchin' me, brother cuttin' up a brick
[00:38.244]With some white hoes taking flicks
[00:40.026]Rino ain't got no picks
[00:41.776]They puttin' that shit in they nose like some Vicks, huh
[00:43.418]My outfit cost a brick, yeah
[00:45.429]Patek wrist so sick, huh
[00:47.282]**** you, eat my d**k, huh
[00:49.141]Pull out that double M
[00:50.932]Yeah, I know that I shouldn't
[00:52.666]Lean stick to my kidney
[00:54.253]High profile saddity
[00:56.218]It's no Wock' when I'm in the city
[00:57.765]Watch my tennis chains do the Griddy, huh
[01:00.440]Yeah, all of my brothers won't change on each other
[01:03.023]We stay with them cutters
[01:04.453]Yeah, I'm a rich mother****er and I'm from the gutter
[01:06.489]No, they don't love us
[01:08.000]On a new level, **** this b***h, she ain't special
[01:11.407]Get out the Maybach, stupid b***h, 'fore you **** up the leather
[01:14.767]Yeah, I'm with Juice sipping juice
[01:16.396]And we up on that Wock' floating like a feather
[01:18.492]Yeah, if I go out in public with this b***h
[01:20.196]She might just go platinum
[01:22.633]Flawless diamonds, lil' b***h, I don't do platinum
[01:26.232]Thirty-five pointers on, white gold, no platinum
[01:29.283]To be honest, I bought this Patek just to go bragging
[01:33.416]To be honest, I bought that double M to go swagging
[01:36.787]Rockin' archive Number (N)ine, **** your fashion
[01:40.358]She put passion behind her head, she so savage
[01:43.775]In the penthouse view, we living so lavish
[01:47.428]Fifty racks in my right pocket got me sagging
[01:51.299]One of my brothers got a half a mil' in the attic
[01:54.931]What's happening? Drug trafficking
text lyrics
作词 : Deante Johnson/Summrs
作曲 : venexxi/Summrs/Abdul Johnson
(BrentRambo)
Yeah, yeah
P***y nigga get zipped, yeah
That p***y nigga get flipped, yeah
On the way home
In the Track', sport mode
Track' mode, yeah
This b***h nasty like some Tris
Going two hundred in this b***h
Ridin' dirty with them sticks
New Celine, no Rick
Yeah, I don't rock that shit
I got blood on my kicks
I got blood on my stick
Yeah, if you know, then you know, spit on that b***h
Got my cutter, you ain't catchin' me, brother cuttin' up a brick
With some white hoes taking flicks
Rino ain't got no picks
They puttin' that shit in they nose like some Vicks, huh
My outfit cost a brick, yeah
Patek wrist so sick, huh
**** you, eat my d**k, huh
Pull out that double M
Yeah, I know that I shouldn't
Lean stick to my kidney
High profile saddity
It's no Wock' when I'm in the city
Watch my tennis chains do the Griddy, huh
Yeah, all of my brothers won't change on each other
We stay with them cutters
Yeah, I'm a rich mother****er and I'm from the gutter
No, they don't love us
On a new level, **** this b***h, she ain't special
Get out the Maybach, stupid b***h, 'fore you **** up the leather
Yeah, I'm with Juice sipping juice
And we up on that Wock' floating like a feather
Yeah, if I go out in public with this b***h
She might just go platinum
Flawless diamonds, lil' b***h, I don't do platinum
Thirty-five pointers on, white gold, no platinum
To be honest, I bought this Patek just to go bragging
To be honest, I bought that double M to go swagging
Rockin' archive Number (N)ine, **** your fashion
She put passion behind her head, she so savage
In the penthouse view, we living so lavish
Fifty racks in my right pocket got me sagging
One of my brothers got a half a mil' in the attic
What's happening? Drug trafficking