DUST DEVIL, BIKE CHAIN Songtext
von S.A.M.N X

Aye
Uh
We don′t even look at the prices
Dressed in all black like I'm ISIS
She bite on my ear like she Tyson but we ain′t fighting
Still gon have to one night it
Play with the pussy
In yo state and we stay with the cookies
Yo bitch ain't bad she look like Snooki, boy I'm on yo head like a noogie
Aye, that′s Vivi- on my neck
I bang the set
Triple X, get wet
Yeah, I′m like Triple H on DMT
I just turned into DMX
Fendi on my bitch 50 on my- Dior on my neck
Water on my wrist, water on my fist
I just took a piss
I ain't never gon miss
Boy come get yo bitch
She was suckin my-
Pour me another line
I just hit me a dime from my other line
Main bitch, she gon call me another time
Man that shit on my wrist got me colorblind
See me and you seeing the other side
I got that will, I′m the other guy
I'm bouta bust, other eye
Just mm mm, run in line, just mm


Hello?
Goodbye
Caught a nigga lacking 2 times, selling few dimes, it′s mine
Get close
Come slide
Chambered clips come with 3 tips, make you take trips, get fried
I'm on my trap shit, goin batshit for that wack shit, rewind
Now we beginning, ′fore a nigga sniffed a penny
In n out, worked the innings
Never offending, clean em out, water bending
Bitches be loving that ending
Like cool, be gone
Niggas was singing that song

Walk it, talk it, take it down
This shit got me smiling
How long can I take till it fall off?
Migo need his ones back
I know abbott got me, he gon send them stems to me
This shit crazy, beyond experience, I'm talking make believe
Fuck it, got my hands down
I know I'm the man now
If you speaking villain, Obie need his ones right now
Nigga I′m talking right now
I decline the calls cuz shorty know I′m super locked in
I was stressing bout them plays I took back, way then
Fuck, I got million I gotta go get it

Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm tryna thrash sumn
And she tryna grab sumn
Slim thick
Super bad bitch, let me crack sumn
Never held back, shit
Never chiropract′, son
Crack Rock
Bumping Frank shit while I blew her back son
Damn son
How you get like this? Where you get yo racks up?
Bag flexor, Mad Max
I get mad cheshire
You a want a bag? Get over yo ex, she nann treasure
I'm in my bag, bitch I′m bad news, mad extra
I'ma young vet, gold around my neck, I′m Ant Edwards
That bitch room nasty, she need a nanny, Fran Drescher
Worried bout no damn press, send the damn pressure
She hurry out her damn dress, it's her damn pleasure
She talkin bout the new moon, we at the damn Crescent
We gon make that shit that once you hear it, can't question nigga