TYGA & CHRIS BROWN - SNAPBACKS AND TATTOOS (REMIX DJ SKIDMARC) | Текст песни

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• TYGA & CHRIS BROWN
• SNAPBACKS AND TATTOOS (REMIX DJ SKIDMARC)

Snapbacks and tattoos,

Snapbacks and tattoos,

Nice whips, fly chicks

All that 'cause cash rules.

Snapbacks and tattoos,

Snapbacks and tattoos,

Nice whips, fly chicks

All that 'cause cash rules.

Show off your hats,

Show off your tatts,

Show off your arms, legs, chest, show off your back.

Snapbacks and tattoos,

Nice whips, fly chicks,

All that 'cause cash rules.

[Verse 1:]

Okay, now snapbacks and tattoos,

Rap phat I'm that dude,

My backpack got cash that,

I make an ass clap like tap shoes.

I'm international,
,
Y'all niggas, vaginal.

I pass through, fresh to death,

You've now entered swag school,

Ladies holding kisses,

Swag as cold as sickness,
ах,
Team Driicky tatted on 'em 'cause their asses so ridiculous.

In the Mazzi, paparazzi,

Man, they can't control the pictures.

M.O.B. tat, screaming money over bitches,

My clothes and tatts they're all custom though,

Something that you ain't accustom to.

Don't collapse with the Huxtables,

Hoes like hats they adjustable,

This is for my ladies and my fellas getting gravy,

But your body's marked up, like the train back in the 80's.

I've been through the test,

Now, ink on my chest,

Trying to triple my checks,

I spit through the rest.

Buy you a Mitchell & Ness,

Fly and it'll fit you the best.

From NY to LA,

North Cackalack to Baton Rouge,

All across the latitude,

Everybody rockin' them.

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[Verse 2:]

In my hood they wear them snapbacks and tattoos,

Clack clack and snatch jewels,

Pack tools, crap shoot

And sell crack in glass tubes.

Our chicks? Attitude,

Hard enough to get at a dude,

Tatted up, fattest butt,

Suck it off, vacuum.

Trips to Miami Ink,
After that lowrider,

When I say we're balling trick,

I don't mean no globetrotter.

Driicky is a monster, ain't a heir up in his safe?

Since I murder raps, I should tatt a tear up on my face,

Can't you hear this flow? It's evil,

Can't be near us, close to lethal,

Y'all are weird!

Yo, I'm just here to spit 'bout piercings, clothes and needles,

Grab some cheer-up for the people,

Rappers fear 'cause most are feeble.

I don't have to smoke, I rap the dope considered so illegal,

To all my G's up, can I just get a witness?

If you're inked up, throw your feet up,

Or you're stylin' in a Mitch-Ness.

Ain't leaving out my females,

I'm talking 'bout that ass too.

Show 'em all,

Roll call,

Let them bitches know we wear them.


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