La Brea (Explicit)-Cassow

La Brea (Explicit)

歌手:Cassow

时间:2017-04-20

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La Brea (Explicit) - Cassow

Money on my mind with a bad ting with me

Want me 'cause my paper but she not getting any

Heard they coming for me hope my glock don't jam

If you talking 'bout some paper

I might do the running man

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Rolling on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

I don't love her I don't chase 'em I duck 'em

Can't trust these h*es on the internet

Man these ******* is something

Staying blunted give these h*es no discussion

Them coppers might try to shoot ya

To dodge 'em you gotta duck 'em

Four hundred on the dash

They can't stop me troy ave

Backwoods full of gas

Need cash need cash

Most shoes offseason

Girl you hate me when I'm leaving

Hood chick never seen ****

Girl this ride all scenic

Money on my mind with a bad ting with me

Want me 'cause my paper but she not getting any

Heard they coming for me hope my glock don't jam

If you talking 'bout some paper

I might do the running man

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Down for whatever

Rolling on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Down for whatever

Smoking on good I feel better

Your ***** is down for whatever

Young bull with the hits

Advance money just a flip

Know them boys couldn't hold me

With the wrist with the wrist

I can't pick up when you call

They must thinking I'm lit

Girl I cannot pay your bills

You must thinking I'm a trick

In the game right now

Got a name right now

They just switch turned twelve

I can't hang right now

Foreign thang need a visa

Got her turned off a liter

Couldn't tell you how I met her

Ever since I couldn't leave her

Money on my mind with a bad ting with me

Want me 'cause my paper but she not getting any

Heard they coming for me hope my glock don't jam

If you talking 'bout some paper

I might do the running man

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