ログイン  | 新規登録
歌詞投稿コミュニティ「プチリリ」

TOP > 歌詞 > Comin' Up Comin' Down
Comin' Up Comin' Down

アーティスト:South Park Mexican 

  • お気に入り登録




[Chorus:] Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound [x4] [First Verse:] Well let me jump in this funk, with a pump and fake, Give me five funky dollars you can bump my tape, Cuz my flow come reala than a dealer servin' killa, Ain't nobody trilla, Still a body chilla, Feel a millimeter comin' quicker than a cheetah, Me drop you on your peta, Then snatch your senorita, I be the creepa, back street sweeper, Want a pound of reefer, hit me on my beeper, Leaf of tha Ganga, make me really want'cha, Dip me up in water, fried with me sauncha, Got'cha, me glock pop pop on your drop top, Tha way I dodge cops like the rock in hop scotch, Drop a pig, I can dig deep in your terrordome, Smoke on my square alone, don't know one care at home, Pair of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk, I got my glock poppin' hot rocks in your body, party-hearty, Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley, Sorry I'm hardly the one you should learn from, Everywhere I turn somebody wanna burn one, It's the cursed son worse than the first one, When me gat burst to the nurse or the hearse, Cuz I shoot'em in the booty man, local Hillwoodian, Choppin' on a cookie, Mama put me in the Looney bin,


投稿者: PetitLyrics
プチリリ再生回数:0





日本語English

利用規約プライバシーポリシー許諾情報運営会社お問い合わせヘルプ
© 2024 SyncPower Corporation


Page
Top