RiFF RaFF feat Soulja Boy - Versace Bentley | Текст песни

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• RiFF RaFF feat Soulja Boy
• Versace Bentley

(Riff Raff)
Rocked out hater
iced out the cougar car i'm lookin a snaksta
lookin like jake the snake
i look like fred llama
i give a fuck about yo momma i greg bump her
quit it
quickly
bitches look specific
diamonds steady twistin
my left hand is glitchin
matrix
i play never basic
do me a favor
yo momma on the pagement
uh yo girl smell like cinnamon
i ball at bennigans
sidewalk feminine
everythings cement
i sit behind tent
rap game clark kent
balling on you bent
you be sittin on the bench
cus i'm stayin on the hardwood
i'ma come through leave my points understood
keep it gravy
everybody think we marcus jacob
i don't give a fuck cus your girlfriend is still basic
yo girlfriend got traded
all way at macy's
when i come through i leave the whole glock stageless
testin, testin, i told her smith and westin
see yo cake i'm pressing for the key up on the dresser
kay up off the dresser soulja boy toting toys
i'ma come through and i'm milky with almond joys
flossing in the bentley with my reebok
aiming at yo tree top
you wanna see why she's hot
she's not
i got yo girl doing push ups
she in my bed now
laying face down dress down
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we on the, on the other side of seven seas
i bob, and weave
rap game Muhhamed Ali
Soulja, Soulja, Soulja

(Soulja Boy)
Fuckin round with soulja
bitch thought i told ya
in that yellow rover
dissraspect the ocean mob or S.O.D its over
man i'm so hot its like i'm from pensicola
nigga dont know where thats at bitch thats somewhere down in florida
tow with that kay
niggas think i got armor
fendi bullet proof vest got me flexin
i jumped out the gym wit my young nigga from texas
tote that smith and westin
in a yellow lexus
fuck yo complection
i'm aiming at any race
dont make me demonstrate
talk that shit like ricky lake
nigga see me in the trap
that nigga dont know how to act
lil dre
sip that kick stand and promethazene
got damn ima king
got damn shes a queen
got damn Chef Boyardee i cook that shit then get it off
young dre that be my name
niggas wanna rip it off
dont give a fuck bitch it came like its magic
merry christmas bitch i got 45 static
got damn im 64
got damn im 45
got damn i aye he go
got damn im dead or alive
lil dre that be my name
i ball when i go to heaven
walk in the stairway with that fuckin mac-11
never made a "shhhh"
never gave a damn though
tote that kay up on my shoulder just like im rambo
see that nigga Riff Raff he got unlimited ammo
see me in egypt on that muthafuckin camel
never gave a fuck bitch im soulja boy tell 'em
and i tote that automatic that will bust yo cerubellum
and i freestyle


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