Don Krez - Global (Feat. Fat Nick, Germ, Pouya, Yung Simmie & Mikey The Magician) | Текст песни

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• Global (Feat. Fat Nick, Germ, Pouya, Yung Simmie & Mikey The Magician)

[Intro: Pouya]
Yuh
Yuh
Buffet Boys
Yuh, yuh
Yuh
Yuh

[Hook: Fat Nick x2]
I'm global now, I know it
I'm trappin' hard, feds know it
Pourin' mud, no clone shit
Gettin' money yeah I know it
Hell yeah yeah, we know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know it
Hell hell yeah, we know it
Fucked his bitch and he ain't know it

[Verse 2: Germ]
Back with the mac, splat in the back
Goonies in the cut, high land, high wax
Toss bombs at your moms, raw-doggin' the law
No problems at all, no scars when I fall
Give a fuck bout yo bitch, give a fuck bout yo ho
Snap low with the chrome, loaded Desert
Have it ready to let a nigga have it
Sleep a nigga top like some motherfucking cabbage
I never been a nine-to-five type of guy
Just me and five guys stickin' up the Five Guys
Real high puffin lala
[?] off the lala
I don't want no [?] if it ain't no wifi
My vision HDMI when I puff lye
No lie, you can hold mine
My nuts special like a gold mine
Wear em on your necklace
Tell em when your chest been
Bunch of [?] in my session

[Verse 3: Pouya]
Yuh, yuh
You braggin', claimin' that you hard with the Glock
You always walkin' with a flock of boys
Ready to pop off top, no questions
Step into anybodies direction
That's the suckin' every fuck boy that enter your section
Well check this out, I got a bank account
With a decent amount
Pop out the clip if you slick in the mouth
Fuck on that bitch, then that bitch gotta bounce
Cause I'm G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
Three hoes butt naked in the shower
Waiting for me in the hotel
Slangin' tees to my clientele
Young bitch, suck dick, never show and tell
We are not the same, we are not parallel
You don't want pressure with my personnel
Fuck boy slip in hell is where you fenna dwell
Yuh bitch

[Chorus: Pouya & Germ]
Cause I'm G-L-O-B-A-L
You can tell that we living well
Fuck nigga (8)

[Verse 4: Yung Simmie]
Paper stacker
Gotta get it, cause that's all I know
Lean got me moving slow
Your bitch just hit my line
Say I need to hit her line some more and spend some time some more
But I just want my dough
Running through the streets with my bros
And they all gon' glo
This ain't what you want
My niggas is killers
They killing for fun
They like to put bodies in trunks
I'm like Shaq when I dunk
Coulda wore a size ten how I stomp
Got bullets like fingers get thump
I'm smoking on gas no pump
While Aston Kutcher ass niggas get Punk'd on a daily basis
I check my shoe laces
Can't slip cause I don't lose races
Level up cause you too basic
Just face it, you couldn't even get her naked
Now she fuck with a famous nigga
Got your bitch feeling famous
I could never love a bitch
Man I'm sticking to the basics

[Verse 5: Mikey the Magician]
Yo bitch look like [?]
When pops had the business
You know I'm global like all them Olympics
Mike the Magician, that boy so terrific
They call me Mark Cuban, I give them the business
I'm bout to pull out the fire like the chef
Fuck up a fan, I feel like Ron Artest
I did it before bitch I'll do it again
Don't come at me sweet
I don't wanna make friends
Hit you with the piledriver nine, Hulk Hogan
Who you know that do it like the fucking Nike slogan
Ima cold motherfucker
Leave your opposition frozen
Then I drop the body by the ocean eleven
Then going to heaven
I hand him a gun and then stop
I'll leave a playa wetter than a bitch in flip flops
You a bitch
Soak it in and go and buy you some tampons
Global day forever and ever [?]

[Hook: Fat Nick x2]



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