Linkup Songtext
von 2Slimey
Linkup Songtext
(vlor5k)
Link up, make the check bleed
All that talk gon′ break your teeth
Lil' shawty be wantin′ the dick
.45 clip in her clit'
Pullin' my pants down, I swing on a bitch (whoo)
X5 tips, they hollow, blast out
All that talk, boy, where them racks at?
Poppin′ a X, he doing the hopscotch
Cough out them lungs, shit like the Rastas
Poppin′ them drums, doin' bachata
FN and Uzis, I always spot ′em
Dumb crash and we straight to the bank
I got the chops, but you know I ain't fruity
Poppin′ the Molly, it hold down the pain
I'm drenched in the soda and you on the stakes
Link up, make the check bleed
All that talk gon′ break your teeth
Lil' shawty be wantin' the dick
.45 clip in her clit′
Pullin′ my pants down, I swing on a bitch (whoo)
X5 tips, they hollow, blast out
All that talk, boy, where them racks at?
Poppin' a X, he doing the hopscotch
Cough out them lungs, shit likе the Rastas
Poppin′ them drums, doin' bachata
FN and Uzis, I always spot ′em
Louisiana bitch, hittin' thе highway
Wide-body, this pussy gon′ run away
Make a bitch join in the Taliban
Look at the posse, they pointing it every way
Caught him in traffic, we turn him homicide
AR16 turn 'em, mummy
Take ya bitch and takin' ya baggage
He maulin′ on the field, postin′ his hemorrhages
Can't come touch me, pussy just blessin′ this
Link up, make the check bleed
All that talk gon' break your teeth
Lil′ shawty be wantin' the dick
.45 clip in her clit′
Pullin' my pants down, I swing on a bitch (whoo)
X5 tips, they hollow, blast out
All that talk, boy, where them racks at?
Poppin' a X, he doing the hopscotch
Cough out them lungs, shit like the Rastas
Poppin′ them drums, doin′ bachata
FN and Uzis, I always spot 'em
Link up, make the check bleed
All that talk gon′ break your teeth
Lil' shawty be wantin′ the dick
.45 clip in her clit'
Pullin' my pants down, I swing on a bitch (whoo)
X5 tips, they hollow, blast out
All that talk, boy, where them racks at?
Poppin′ a X, he doing the hopscotch
Cough out them lungs, shit like the Rastas
Poppin′ them drums, doin' bachata
FN and Uzis, I always spot ′em
Dumb crash and we straight to the bank
I got the chops, but you know I ain't fruity
Poppin′ the Molly, it hold down the pain
I'm drenched in the soda and you on the stakes
Link up, make the check bleed
All that talk gon′ break your teeth
Lil' shawty be wantin' the dick
.45 clip in her clit′
Pullin′ my pants down, I swing on a bitch (whoo)
X5 tips, they hollow, blast out
All that talk, boy, where them racks at?
Poppin' a X, he doing the hopscotch
Cough out them lungs, shit likе the Rastas
Poppin′ them drums, doin' bachata
FN and Uzis, I always spot ′em
Louisiana bitch, hittin' thе highway
Wide-body, this pussy gon′ run away
Make a bitch join in the Taliban
Look at the posse, they pointing it every way
Caught him in traffic, we turn him homicide
AR16 turn 'em, mummy
Take ya bitch and takin' ya baggage
He maulin′ on the field, postin′ his hemorrhages
Can't come touch me, pussy just blessin′ this
Link up, make the check bleed
All that talk gon' break your teeth
Lil′ shawty be wantin' the dick
.45 clip in her clit′
Pullin' my pants down, I swing on a bitch (whoo)
X5 tips, they hollow, blast out
All that talk, boy, where them racks at?
Poppin' a X, he doing the hopscotch
Cough out them lungs, shit like the Rastas
Poppin′ them drums, doin′ bachata
FN and Uzis, I always spot 'em
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