Gunplay I Got This текст песни, слова песни I Got This Gunplay
Gunplay - I Got This
I got this
My nigga chill out
My nigga chill out
Columbian cocaine
Galatos and gold chains
Hoggin' up the lanes
Smoke fogging up my frames
I got this
I got this
My nigga chill out
My nigga chill out
Columbian cocaine
Galatos and cocaine
Hoggin' up the lanes
Smoke fogging up my frames
Have you ever met a menaceA
Go income Miles is in it
My pen made me some pennies
But I'm still facin' this sentence
Coldest of decembers
But we need the trimmers
So I'm smokin' timbers now I'm comin' back to business
My bad, back to win it
Goin' extra innings
Hoe, I do the most that's why they catch the most feelin's
Work through the world, crack on every map
Got a bitch on every blade, chickin' like a champ
She lick it like a stamp, eat it like a rocka rocka lamb
Then bring that stack back to daddy while I whip a yamp
I got this
I got this
My nigga chill out
I got this
I got this
My nigga chill out
Chill out, chill out
My nigga chill out
I got this, chill out
Chill out, my nigga chill out
I got this, my nigga chill out
Bogota bitch
Come Bogota rich
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