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E-40 - Come On Şarkı Sözleri

E-40 | Şarkı Sözleri

    bitch i´m a hard head nigga
    so don´t ask me
    i know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me
    catch me dippin to some screw
    attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech
    i leave em stretch reaching for a rifle
    got him a pump before a nigga to duck to duck
    i ain´t no punk nigga this be mine for cease before them chippers and
    cheese see we thievs
    give me some valumes and some robuttus and watch me do it
    dip my cancer stick into some imbalming fluid
    show your i.d then pass it right back to me cousin cause see i´m a minor
    and these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
    let me up in this bitch-ass club security or me and my guys gone bum
    rush these doors make it so it won´t be no more rap shows
    yeah that´s what i thought
    i see wall to wall hoes bitches everywhere all over the place niggas
    tippin off the green marble just so hoes can sit on the face
    (distorted come on)
    a funky lesson number one my own don´t be in no mess
    number two when it´s confidential hold it on your chest
    number three (three) don´t be fuckin with me
    number four no more toe to toe the only way to let these motherfuckers
    no is to flex
    wip they ass up leave em´ bleeding like a cotex
    boy we one tight bad ass clique
    niggas in my outfit gone be rappin rollin over sticks, spillin beans
    tattle tellin
    we be thievin, caniving they way that we surviving
    no this bitch that´s ballin and tonight´s she´s callin
    wantin to know " what´s up b when we gone work it up"
    if we can go kick it and smoke
    get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel
    i´m on my cell thinkin yeah i´m cool with that
    hit the kit-kat and get her sprees before i get he f cheese
    pimpin is a game and i´m lovin to flirt while my fingers up her tennis
    skirt
    (distorted come on´s)
    bitch i´m dedicated you know, to this mob shit
    talk back, fuck that get your jaw split
    raw spit, that´s what you niggas pay me for
    a hundred thousand fuckin off down in vegas hoe
    and you know we the one to get the function bumpin
    no shit we the clique bullshit ain´t nothin
    see you fuckin with some fools niggas with no rules mobbin in they old
    schools bitch
    ????? with the windows up man with the heat on heat on
    man we in a land tacked out funked in a hamsac smokin on????
    i say it said producing rapping hustlin that´s my bread and butter
    you niggas better hurry up cause there´s money in this motherfucker (
    money in this moneyfucker)
    reverend is so hard to find like good boy´s
    cause shit be droppin have your ass
    pissin yellow discharge taking tetracycline

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