GDP - Limousine (Prod. Hot Sugar) | Текст песни

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I'm like a seven layer cake with it
When I spit that vagrant shit
Take it bitch
You like smokers cough?
Who your favorite is
And ten plays a cut
Crispy like they kettle cooked
They asked me if I'm getting money
I don't know, I never looked
But go for dolo, cause it's lonely at the top
And season chickens like adobo
Got some coco for the flock
Fuck the popo, I'm a cop
Asked my mom to use her car again
Make this music now in case
I never starve again
Pardon friend, evil thoughts tarnish hard cement
Write them down is not to harbor them
Can we start again?
Dope song is a song about dope
And all you people strung out if you don't long to go home
I spit that wild shit, It's all that I know
All of you broke and still trying to get on
You're 40 years old
And tell your mans stop gnawing that rope thought he should know
I'm hicked off [?] talking to hoes
Probably ask you what your interest are
Who you be with?
I like a motivated broad who could keep a secret
Twenty-seven in zenith

Lonely in a limousine with three chicks
Fuck it
In a limousine with three chicks
Lonely in a limousine with three chicks
In a limousine with three chicks
Lonely in a limousine with three chicks