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Pour Tha Martini

アーティスト:Ghostface Killah  アルバム:Wu Block 

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Clarks is lighty scuffed, need a new pair Jacob Javits Center, Wu and Snoop there D-Block pull up, olive green drops The interior suede, cuz that's boss crock Air fresheners hang, the joint is sold out To capacity, this young bitch keep asking me "Can I suck your dick?", "Not now, shorty" "Maybe after the show, just hold fast for me" Ferocious bangles, birds on both arms I'm jew-eled out like a box of Lucky Charms On stage, two treadmills, a pull-up bar Involved with the lights to give it that red feel Feeling like Bruce Wayne, making up for never making the prom Ma, you chilling? The belt glow in the dark Where my aunt stays, batteries gone That's when I pull a forty out for Ason Wu-Block, I'm from a gun play habitat Let me run into Nicki, I'm smashing that What you know about the ratchet in your mother mouth Killah banging the neck, with two rubbers out Sheek and Ghost Deini, aiyo, Cap, pour that bitch a martini Loosen her up, fuck it, pour Goose in her cup Tell her chill, cuz the Gods is here Big money in this place, I'm balling when I'm leaving out of Chase Red diamonds on a Freddy Kruger face I don't get pat down, you know what's on the waist I don't mean jazz when I say I count base Fly Louis sneakers, Purple Tape coming out the speakers Bumped into my high school teachers


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