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Мова пісні: Англійська
Police |
Aye\nI don’t talk that much\nI observe niggas, I read niggas\n'Cause we…\nMoms ain’t like you if you was slow and…\nShe’d beat yo ass if you was slow\nmothafucking pillow\nDon’t let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic\nShit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10\nWoop, there go the police, act like you don’t know me\nSmoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding\nI done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them\nTell them bitches get in, if you wanna fit in\nFour thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year\nDon’t give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I’m the sun’s son\nSomething like a light pole, riding with my 'Sciples\nThem Black Disciples, in case you ain’t know\nI ain’t got no jet yet, finna go and get that\nI buy it, I fit it, throws out, I shit it\nRiding in the Range Rover, all I do is change clothes\nAll I do is change hoes, all I do is change bros\nI can’t have the same bros, niggas act like snake hoes\nBouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho\nDon’t let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic\nShit is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10\nWoop, there go the police, act like you don’t know me\nSmoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding\nI done seen some bitches, pulled up then I get them\nTell them bitches get in, if you wanna fit in\nFour thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year\nDon’t give a fuck if the sun come, bitch I’m the sun’s son\nRiding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it\nPistol, I’ma flop it, fop it, pop it\nRiding in a red truck, looking like a damn Blood\nSuwu to them damn bloods, cause to them damn crips\nMy niggas coming doing hits, don’t give no fuck 'bout no camera\nWhen I look in the mirror, I see a rich nigga\nRemember when I was broke on Front Street, selling D\nAnd catching felonies, now I get paid to make melodies\nAye, still Dipset\nSince 20-O-8\nNow it’s 2014\nBitch, and I get my own cake\nGet my steak and I eat my own plate\nI smoke my own blunts\nI blow my own gun\nI run my whole clique, nigga\nAnd I’m the youngest nigga\nI got the mothafucking largest check\nI got the fucking finest bitch\nBall got some fine bitches too\nBall got some dime bitches too\nMe and Bally Ball riding in Lambo\nLambo like 'ello\nLike shawty 'ello\nDone it all, bitch, I’m mellow\nPull strings like a chello\nI ain’t blue bitch I’m yellow\n'Bout my green mothafucker, bitch I’m ghetto\nYou ain’t talking green don’t call my cello\n'Bout green then I push it to the metal\nThen I roll me a 'rello |