Big Mama歌词
添加日期：2023-12-06 时长：01分23秒 歌手：Pink Guy
**** you, Frank
Big mama, selling narcota
How much do it cost *****? None, zip, nada
Run from policia, ain't no drama
Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina
Flow so pretty I would turn around and **** it
Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus
Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally
Pipe kids down with the black cane locally
Got a thick layer of bulls**t that covers me
Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel
Bust through your girl's vag canal
**** her in the ass, less humps than a camel yo
Riddle this fictitious little kiddo that rinses dishes
Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches
Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't s**t
Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races
When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cypher
Podium possess pet, keep it old school, like a type writer
Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider
Something like a king bombing on these Al-Qaedars
*****!
No, I'm just scanning a thin line
Between a piece of s**t and a battle of ill minds
I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes
But I can bend around the process and steadily incline
So when they ask, "Who am I?"
Make a death slow, and they feel the pain
And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I go insane编辑于2023/12/06更新
Big mama, selling narcota
How much do it cost *****? None, zip, nada
Run from policia, ain't no drama
Fresh new Adidas for the newborn stamina
Flow so pretty I would turn around and **** it
Asian girl screams, that's the Bangkok Ruckus
Not a crack-pipe, but I crack pipe vocally
Pipe kids down with the black cane locally
Got a thick layer of bulls**t that covers me
Spying on your girl from a tree like Discovery Channel
Bust through your girl's vag canal
**** her in the ass, less humps than a camel yo
Riddle this fictitious little kiddo that rinses dishes
Blow kisses to bad girls they flinch itches
Mad sketchy like Craigslist, ain't s**t
Ya'll finish short, like a midget at the races
When I'm on the beat, I'm something like a cypher
Podium possess pet, keep it old school, like a type writer
Night-rides a horse, so I'm a knight rider
Something like a king bombing on these Al-Qaedars
*****!
No, I'm just scanning a thin line
Between a piece of s**t and a battle of ill minds
I got dumb people that be testing my rhymes
But I can bend around the process and steadily incline
So when they ask, "Who am I?"
Make a death slow, and they feel the pain
And when I'm not on my pill, my brain deteriorates and I go insane编辑于2023/12/06更新
