Wouter Hamel - 212 | Текст песни

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Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since the pamper
And that I am that young sis the beacon
The bitch who wants to compete and
I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and
You know what your bitch become when her weave in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if you're treatin'
Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian
She know where I get mine from, and the season
Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin'
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
-guess that cunt getting eaten

A-yo, A-yo
I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale
Tellin' em you made some
Sayin' you grindin' but you ain't goin' no where!

I was in the 212
On the uptown A
Nigga you know what's up
Or don't you?
Word to who made ya
I'm a rude bitch nigga
What are you made up of?
I'm a eat your food up boo
I could bust your 8
I'm-a do one too
Fuck ya gon do?
When you do make bucks
I'm a look right nigga
Bet you do want to fuck!
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 2 1 deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
In your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 1 2
With your doo-doo crew son
Fuck are you into, huh?

A-yo, A-yo
I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale
Tellin' em you made some
Sayin' you grindin' but you ain't goin' no where!
Why procrastinate girl?
You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and
They'll forget your name soon
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah

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