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• Artiste: Skull Gang
• Titre: What You Reppin
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[Got Money Remix; feat. Juelz Santana, Unkasa, John Depp] [Juelz Santana:] Ya'll niggas sound like T-Pain Dep what up nigga? Haha, Aye! I got you though Skull Gang takeover Fuck with us [Hook:] Our clique realer then anybody you know Money so big we can't fold or roll What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) Stand out and everybody can see They don't even ask for I.D. It's me What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Money taller than a tower, you can call me Mr. Eiffel Tornado floor, don't get caught up in a spiral Bitch I'm not just hot, I am a pyro Maniac I set fires everywhere I go Two shot crack a nigga bones like Chiro Crack this, bastards you fuckin' with a psycho Cyclone, disconnect his head from his spinal Charge him like a rhyno Then hit him with the rifle But how I'm supposed to beef when they gyro Meat, goat, lamb, sheep My dick need lypo Ya girl do the suction And... she... goes... deep Somethin' about her, she make me cum faster Her throat itchin' and my dick is a tongue scratcher Mr. Santana make 'em come for me She pulled out her titties and said "cum all over these" M6's, M3's, S-Five Fifties AMG, 63, Phantom, Bentley's Maybach's on the way Corvette who wanna race? I don't care if you beat me I'll go get that Lamborghini I be movin' through the traffic My new coupe is a classic Orange Challenger, lookin' like the Dukes of Hazzard As for my goons, they're mentality is tragedy Mortal Kombat, finish him, fatality! [Hook:] Our clique realer then anybody you know Money so big we can't fold or roll What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) Stand out and everybody can see They don't even ask for I.D. It's me What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) [Verse 2: UnKasa] I stack money like a politician Not just politic I'm on the high way pretty Porsche poppin' pistons Poppin' shit just like Pac was livin' SKULL GANG IS THE FUTURE, no one will stop this mission Lyrically, I can defy the laws of physics Low like Edward Scissors Weed and sizzurp We them niggas Street kids unified by Loyalty and loot Cruisin' niggas gettin' it, and all we do is shoot Call ya bitch a belt, cause I throw her in a loop You just throw her in the coupe I ain't throwin' her no loot I get a bitch to boot Kick her out the car, that's a how a nigga do! [Verse 3: John Depp] It's the kid Jon Depp these lil' niggas still watchin' Let the kid do his thing these lil' niggas still clockin' Skull Gang peice thicker than a hockey puck I'm a cocky fuck That's why they send me friend requests, why they blowin' up my phone I don't even stress 'em I can't leave her alone I move to the next one, bottle after bottle With a model after model In the Murcielago God damn it I'm fly yo Kush by the pound so you know a nigga high yo Look it's goin' down from New York to Ohio Atlanta, Chicago Houston, Diablo Niggas know we a problem [Hook:] Our clique realer then anybody you know Money so big we can't fold or roll What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) Stand out and everybody can see They don't even ask for I.D. It's me What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) What you reppin' (Skull gang) [Verse 4:] We walk through the club and we ain't gotta pay nothin' Crack upside your head boy, go ahead say somethin' We keep shooters, don't even have to chase 'em We got that L and the Challenger like we about to race 'em I'm locked and load Let's rock and roll Reach for the chain, turn ya brain to sloppy joes Skull be the gang boy like I said befo' Now the papers got signed we gettin' ready to go We be the realest niggas Flyest niggas never flown Can see your money finally growin' up, it's already grown Go on' with yo gittin' on Who you think you shittin' on And ya know I keep that VA on my fitted homes I'm rich