Splashin Songtext
von Marnz Malone
Splashin Songtext
Freaky girl I need, swallowing my seed, like err yuck
Girl, I wanna fuck
First you gotta suck, while I′m sipping on wok
My nigga fresh out the wok, he's free
Still outside making niggas bleed
Glock 19, clean, it′s vital
I told you couldn't see the sight on it
Right before I load the machine
Then take man's title, your girlfriend′s idol
For me, she bending her spinal, she go brizz me
Then I chuck her back like a frisbee, It′s over, final
She's history, back to the money on swiftly
Rollie with the toolie, where I come from is slippery
Load up the Uzi coulda shot him in the kidney
Shotty came short like pigmy
They gon′ clap him up even if he's with his pickneys, sickly
Not luck for the opps, not my side
Imma burst him before he burst me
Do a nigga dirty in the worst way
They were never certi in the first place
When we catch em lacking, nap him
My ting slapping, double tapping, heard a boy wassin′
Same boy dashing when I'm crashing
Mind you get wet from the splashing
Touch one of mine, I′m taking two of yours
I keep having flashbacks of guvs shouting 'to your doors'
You ever had to pack a bag, go M.I.A, go OTR?
Don′t even ask if we gon′ get you, cause you know we are
I be where the killers be, who told you I'm industry?
I don′t go to events unless I can get in there with my heat
Cameras all around this bitch, I dare you think that you can creep
Think that I'm just rapping this shit?
Pussy why don′t you come see?
Baby, you look hungry over there, why don't you come eat?
Jummah on a Friday I go for prayer in my new khamis
What′s with all the questions, badman? Is you police?
I feel like Meghan Markle, I'll have Suits remove the scene
Anyway, moving on
Ask shh, she would tell you how I Wait For You
Like the Future song
Dumb bitch threatened to throw all my guns in the pond
That was the last time I spoke to her, am I in the wrong?
Your moment come, it's been and gone
You′ll never see me with no punk
Grabbed him, walked him to his trunk, It was easy, he was drunk
Feeling froggy? N* gga jump, leap to your death
Yo ah mi ah lock di streets like Meechi, ya deaf?
From mi reach inna West, I get a heap of respect
Nigga I don′t miss prison, just the people I met
I hear Volume In The Silence, I'll go speak to the dead
She probably thinks that I′m weird, I bring my heater to bed
It was easy to remember, hard for me to forget
If they catch me with this tech, you won't see me for a sec
Nigga speak with your chest, said he′s beefing with who?
It was either wet his face like, when we do Wu'duu
If she loves badman, then why would she be with you?
I know my boy would drive, I had 6 heats in his boot
Yo God strike me down if I ain′t speaking the truth
If I ain't speaking the truth
Not luck for the opps, not my side
Imma burst him before he burst me
Do a nigga dirty in the worst way
They were never certi in the first place
When we catch a lacking, napping
My ting slapping, double tapping, heard a boy wassin'
Same boy dashing when I′m crashing
Mind you get wet from the splashing
Girl, I wanna fuck
First you gotta suck, while I′m sipping on wok
My nigga fresh out the wok, he's free
Still outside making niggas bleed
Glock 19, clean, it′s vital
I told you couldn't see the sight on it
Right before I load the machine
Then take man's title, your girlfriend′s idol
For me, she bending her spinal, she go brizz me
Then I chuck her back like a frisbee, It′s over, final
She's history, back to the money on swiftly
Rollie with the toolie, where I come from is slippery
Load up the Uzi coulda shot him in the kidney
Shotty came short like pigmy
They gon′ clap him up even if he's with his pickneys, sickly
Not luck for the opps, not my side
Imma burst him before he burst me
Do a nigga dirty in the worst way
They were never certi in the first place
When we catch em lacking, nap him
My ting slapping, double tapping, heard a boy wassin′
Same boy dashing when I'm crashing
Mind you get wet from the splashing
Touch one of mine, I′m taking two of yours
I keep having flashbacks of guvs shouting 'to your doors'
You ever had to pack a bag, go M.I.A, go OTR?
Don′t even ask if we gon′ get you, cause you know we are
I be where the killers be, who told you I'm industry?
I don′t go to events unless I can get in there with my heat
Cameras all around this bitch, I dare you think that you can creep
Think that I'm just rapping this shit?
Pussy why don′t you come see?
Baby, you look hungry over there, why don't you come eat?
Jummah on a Friday I go for prayer in my new khamis
What′s with all the questions, badman? Is you police?
I feel like Meghan Markle, I'll have Suits remove the scene
Anyway, moving on
Ask shh, she would tell you how I Wait For You
Like the Future song
Dumb bitch threatened to throw all my guns in the pond
That was the last time I spoke to her, am I in the wrong?
Your moment come, it's been and gone
You′ll never see me with no punk
Grabbed him, walked him to his trunk, It was easy, he was drunk
Feeling froggy? N* gga jump, leap to your death
Yo ah mi ah lock di streets like Meechi, ya deaf?
From mi reach inna West, I get a heap of respect
Nigga I don′t miss prison, just the people I met
I hear Volume In The Silence, I'll go speak to the dead
She probably thinks that I′m weird, I bring my heater to bed
It was easy to remember, hard for me to forget
If they catch me with this tech, you won't see me for a sec
Nigga speak with your chest, said he′s beefing with who?
It was either wet his face like, when we do Wu'duu
If she loves badman, then why would she be with you?
I know my boy would drive, I had 6 heats in his boot
Yo God strike me down if I ain′t speaking the truth
If I ain't speaking the truth
Not luck for the opps, not my side
Imma burst him before he burst me
Do a nigga dirty in the worst way
They were never certi in the first place
When we catch a lacking, napping
My ting slapping, double tapping, heard a boy wassin'
Same boy dashing when I′m crashing
Mind you get wet from the splashing
Writer(s): J Hus, Marnz Malone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
