The Game - Astronaut P*ssy (feat. Skeme & Schoolboy Q) | Текст песни

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• Astronaut P*ssy (feat. Skeme & Schoolboy Q)

[Hook]
Too high, can’t come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round
Round and round

[Verse 1: Game]
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover with my nigga ScHoolboy
Cadillac and a coupe
See them niggas hatin from afar, can’t catch em now
But they getting smacked when we do
Ra ta ta like we snoop
Crown on the vic
Crown on my wrist, crown on my bitch
And a couple crowns on my crew
Couple pounds of the blue
Ivy in it, tsunami in it when I be in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J’s, closet full of J’s
Workin' on my Pippen, he’s Scotty in it
Bath tub big enough to fit a Audi in it
8 gold chains like a Saudi in it
Murder with the ink, I’m Gotti in it
Don’t get too popped get your ass 2 Pac'd
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain’t never hardly there but I got a Maserati in it
That’s my new addition, nobody in it
Chop shops in the hood, no karate in it
So much money, got a money tree
Whoop so many niggas’ ass, shit we money team
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same sad song, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money scheme
Back to the convers, kill 'em with one verse
Converse with the worst til one of our gun burst
Call the mortuary, tell him niggas in one hearse
‘Cus Compton ain’t like the city of commerce
No back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas got them choppas like we flyin' the black hawk
Put you with the roots, thinkin' a nigga was black thought
Now hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em with numerous shots from the 4-4

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Pray for me, I’ll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
Everything on life and I’d die for it
Made a mill, you ain’t even know it
Tell Illuminati I’m down for it
Call Jigga, I'm next nigga
Son niggas my new litter
Fuck the world on earth day
Her booty clap on my birthday
I would take the cake but I’ve been paid
I’m a real nigga, you’s arcade
Had a switch blade in the 5th grade
Smoked plenty weed on my mama’s couch
Now I’m going big, I can buy the house
You sound water down, I sound off a ounce
See this for those who say "where you from"
If those hoes who gonna make me cum
With them fuck niggas we don’t fuck with them
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lung
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drum
If the bread low I’mma stack the crumb
Up the contraband in-between my gun
Before smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G’s, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it’s sun and trees
10 keys with my 8 G’s
Hoover hats like the star of David
Pull on shots unless keep me faded
Ran up on 'em, I ain't good with aimin'
Move out the set but the set I’m banging

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Skeme]
Look, a young nigga really tryna stunt, fuck it
West side Ingles and I ain’t budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain’t about a dollar gotta change subjects
Rap ass niggas ain’t sayin nothing
This flow here, niggas can’t touch it
Motherfuck friends, tinted windows on the Benz
Doing doughnuts in the bitch got me trippin like a bucket
Sox gang off in the streets
10 hut, bring the squadron with me
See niggas talk ballin like they been in the gym
But you lookin like a novice to me, now quit talkin to me
Can I vent? All you niggas sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I’m a general nigga
Turn yo head to target for free
Now I’m on, look at me
Started, started with them pistols and palm trees
Now when niggas come through the wood
Niggas gotta know that that’s all me
See the set catch rap
When I slide through throwin up all

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