MOBILE PRO - R & C (REMASTER) | Текст песни

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• R & C (REMASTER)

Hanging out in the fifth dimension with Whoopy Goldberg
Just smoking blunts
Same rules i mean no change
I been macking hoes since sixth grade x 4

Cut through a couple pounds
I’m riding down the block
Roll away with a pack of hounds
I’m checking out the stock

Got a watch up on my mind
Business tricks I’m finna flip
Hunnid trillion million dollars
Sitting right up on the tip

R n C up on the screen
Roll my life and smoke my dreams

Got a couple weeks to live
Swear to god I’m bout to leave

Make this money while I can
Moon is waiting up on me
Stars are waving up at me
Got ur bitch up in my sheets

Ahh, I’m primed as fuck
Rolling deep up in the sea
High as hell up in the clouds
Swear to god I’m bout to leave

Getting tired of these folks
Getting tired of the breeze
Push my buttons take my soul
Cut me like you cut a tree

R n C up on the screen
Roll my life and smoke my dreams
Got a couple weeks to live
Swear to god I’m bout to leave

Trapped for ever in a limbo
Always riding in a lambo
Living life on my nintendo
Popping shells juste like am rambo

Screaming like a bitch ur
Like a bunch of dogs that bark
You cant touch me you can’t faze me
i dont even want to start

I’m so sick of all these fiends
Ur girl she’s my number 3
Went on and took her dreams
Twist the swiff and she will bleed

And this the best shit you ever heard
You try to call your girl and im like bitch just close the curtains
Just close your phone open your legs we taking turns

Life ain’t faire
Shit is clear
But the tables turn

Hanging out in the fifth dimension with Whoopy Goldberg
Just smoking blunts
Same rules i mean no change
I been macking hoes since sixth grade x4