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• Artiste: DUSTY LOCANE
• Titre: Rumble
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Look We gon' put that nigga on a TV Put him on a shirt Look Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work Listen I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she love it I call up Elliot, bust the Patek Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet Bought her a ass, so I could slap it She soakin' wet, all on the mattress Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage Play 'bout my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments Up in the Woo, nigga, what's crackin'? Makin' a movie Up it and aim at your kufi Dripped out in Gucci Perky got me feelin' groovy You claim you a suvy, but where is your stripes? Put down a pokey and get you a pipe Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise Glock with a sight, don't play with your life I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she love it I'm gon' talk that talk Gimme me talk back too I'm a demon on the loose Benz, Beamer, or the coupe? And I don't play no games Opposition's all the same Mask up on the stain I need the diamonds and the chains Filled up with rage, I swished, look Leave his body in a ditch, heh On the gang, I won't switch Oh, you think you hot, so we burned 'em Leave 'em dead, that's certain Spin his block, swervin' Hit 'em up, closed curtain I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga, I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dawg off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she love it