Paroles de la chanson Car par Xanman
Paroles de la chanson Car par Xanman
[Xanman]
What? Uh, Yeah, yeah
Fuck you say?
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Pew, Uh, what? What?
I'm in the, pick up the, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Xanman and Goonew]
I'ma shoot like some dice in the bathroom
Walk down in a Louis V tracksuit
Pop an addy, I just gave you the capsule
I got sand, we can stomp on a castle
Big gun, nigga, I got a .50
Chopper rock a nigga, dancing like Diddy
Took her on a date, she eating like Pinky
What? Uh, Yeah, yeah
Fuck you say?
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Pew, Uh, what? What?
I'm in the, pick up the, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Xanman and Goonew]
I'ma shoot like some dice in the bathroom
Walk down in a Louis V tracksuit
Pop an addy, I just gave you the capsule
I got sand, we can stomp on a castle
Big gun, nigga, I got a .50
Chopper rock a nigga, dancing like Diddy
Took her on a date, she eating like Pinky
Two chopsticks, I ain't talking 'bout Beni's
Walking with the chopper
Pull up on your father
Send him to the doctor
O Let's Do It, Waka Flocka
Chopper shake, just like maracas
She's bending over, hey Ms. Parker
I'm in a Q50, no Dodge Charger
I slide in all black, like I'm a mobster
Hol' Xan, we gon' spin it again
Two chopsticks, we gon' hit at his men
Serving auntie, yeah, I serve through the vent
Slide on his block, Honda with the tint
Walk down with the stick, I'ma hit
Say you a shooter, nigga, but you missed
Oh that's an opp! Where he at?
Oh that's an opp!
You ain't been on the block
Walking with the chopper
Pull up on your father
Send him to the doctor
O Let's Do It, Waka Flocka
Chopper shake, just like maracas
She's bending over, hey Ms. Parker
I'm in a Q50, no Dodge Charger
I slide in all black, like I'm a mobster
Hol' Xan, we gon' spin it again
Two chopsticks, we gon' hit at his men
Serving auntie, yeah, I serve through the vent
Slide on his block, Honda with the tint
Walk down with the stick, I'ma hit
Say you a shooter, nigga, but you missed
Oh that's an opp! Where he at?
Oh that's an opp!
You ain't been on the block
I deserve to die, you get the drop
Real janitors when I got the mop
Real stick, better put back that prop
Call Goon, he gon' spin on the block
Fifty shots coming out of the Drac
You a fake shooter, why do you hate?
Real shooters, niggas looking like Jakes
Hol' Xan, we gon' bake him a cake
Real janitors when I got the mop
Real stick, better put back that prop
Call Goon, he gon' spin on the block
Fifty shots coming out of the Drac
You a fake shooter, why do you hate?
Real shooters, niggas looking like Jakes
Hol' Xan, we gon' bake him a cake
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