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  • Текст песни Yung Joc - prrr ra pa pam

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    [Chorus x2]
    All the hoes lose they mind when they see me stunting
    Dope Boys lose they mind when they hear me coming
    All the haters get to running when they hear that choppa drumming, Blllluuupp, blllluup bumping

    [Yung Joc]
    Y'all ready know, ya ain't even gotta wonder
    I was voted number one rapper to drop this summer
    A one hit wonder, how the hell ya figure that?
    My rhymes like crack, fiends screaming, "Gimmie that!"
    I'm being like a monkey, and that '73 dope
    Need a desert eagle, reefer smelling like a skunk
    Got a bitch named Judy, with a real big booty
    Blue star keep a nigga riding cuji
    If it's a problem, I suggest you let it go
    Got some killas over there, more hellan than the lord
    I beat the block up
    You can hear me when I'm coming
    If it's a problem then the choppers start drumming, drumming

    [Chorus x2]

    My niggas flip birds
    Your niggas flip burgers
    My niggas got work
    Your niggas just workers
    My niggas, we get heard
    Your niggas is unheard of
    My niggas murder
    Your niggas get murdered
    My niggas win niggas
    Your niggas get drenched
    My niggas play the field
    Your niggas ride bench
    My niggas is quarterbacks
    Your niggas just receive
    With a single flinch boy, your niggas retreat
    My niggas take the coke and they let the shit cook
    Your niggas experiment with dope and get hooked
    Now ain't that something, let the story get told
    As the plot thickens and the script unfolds

    [Chorus x2]

    I get back around three
    We can do it more again
    Message to them hater middle finger to the wind
    Let my chain swang, with a limp in my walk
    Baby hush ya mouth, respect a pimp when he talk
    Everybody know that I do it for the hood
    Help feed the hungry, now my homies all good
    Word on the street, Joc got the heat
    Suede on the seat, 28's on the feet
    Two bottle of Crys, baby go on spend money
    When ya add it up now I'm drinking red money
    My wrist gone froze
    Make em jump out of they clothes
    Go ahead drink tonight, 'cause tomorrow you gotta go

    [Chorus x2]

    Ha ha ha, nigga
    Rookie of the year, play ya position nigga, ya'll fuck boys stop ya husstling, ya'll niggas know how we do it.
    Ya'll know what it is.
    All the way from the motherfucking west side to the south side nigga.
    ML king, Fabora, Four-five, the whole Four block, Three-tweny.
    What's up Koolaide? Yeeaahh.
    Rest in peace my nigga Steve, Chris Terry, Lil' Mike, Black Horace, we gonna take it to the motherfucking south side nigga.
    College Park! Ya know what I'm talking about. Born and raised, Shady P nigga. What it is. I see ya out
    There Tony V. Carl Moe, what up nigga? Fresh stat from college park. I see ya nigga. Ain't nothing but
    Love, ya'll know how we do it. Yung Joc! Block entertainment. Bitch! Shorty Slick, where ya at? Ya up
    Next nigga. And I'm outta here.

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