Paroles de la chanson Microwave par Joey Trap
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Akachi Beats
CBass, bitch!
Stack my money six-six like my nigga Kobe
Since a nigga 16, running from the police
Used to get it from the plug, sell it to the dope fiends
Once I made like 20 bands, spent it on a Rollie
Yeah, my shawty hella bad, tell her shake it mad quick
Know a shorty out in Harlem, she suck mad dick
We gon' take em to a party, we all get lit
Never leave the house with out that, I love my stick, but, bitch
Money in your safe but your shit ain’t never safe
CBass, bitch!
Stack my money six-six like my nigga Kobe
Since a nigga 16, running from the police
Used to get it from the plug, sell it to the dope fiends
Once I made like 20 bands, spent it on a Rollie
Yeah, my shawty hella bad, tell her shake it mad quick
Know a shorty out in Harlem, she suck mad dick
We gon' take em to a party, we all get lit
Never leave the house with out that, I love my stick, but, bitch
Money in your safe but your shit ain’t never safe
Run into your crib, take it all except the microwave
Made 100 bands in 20 minutes, issa money day
I don’t give a fuck about your problems, bitch, I’m getting paid
But, and I'm back up on my shit again
Someone get they girl, that bitch back up on my dick again, ayy
Yeah, I'm back up on my shit again
Someone get they girl, we was riding in a fuckin' Benz
Yuh, and I'm gassing
I don't give a fuck, light that blunt, I don't pass it
In that whip out in traffic
Skirt off, skirt off, bitch, I'm the fastest
Made 100 bands in 20 minutes, issa money day
I don’t give a fuck about your problems, bitch, I’m getting paid
But, and I'm back up on my shit again
Someone get they girl, that bitch back up on my dick again, ayy
Yeah, I'm back up on my shit again
Someone get they girl, we was riding in a fuckin' Benz
Yuh, and I'm gassing
I don't give a fuck, light that blunt, I don't pass it
In that whip out in traffic
Skirt off, skirt off, bitch, I'm the fastest
Stack my money six-six like my nigga Kobe
Since a nigga 16, running from the police
Used to get it from the plug, sell it to the dope fiends
Once I made like 20 bands, spent it on a Rollie
Yeah, my shawty hella bad, tell her shake it mad quick
Know a shorty out in Harlem, she suck mad dick
We gon' take em to a party, we all get lit
Never leave the house with out that, I love my stick, but, bitch
Money in your safe but your shit ain’t never safe
Run into your crib, take it all except the microwave
Made 100 bands in 20 minutes, issa money day
I don’t give a fuck about your problems, bitch, I’m getting paid
Since a nigga 16, running from the police
Used to get it from the plug, sell it to the dope fiends
Once I made like 20 bands, spent it on a Rollie
Yeah, my shawty hella bad, tell her shake it mad quick
Know a shorty out in Harlem, she suck mad dick
We gon' take em to a party, we all get lit
Never leave the house with out that, I love my stick, but, bitch
Money in your safe but your shit ain’t never safe
Run into your crib, take it all except the microwave
Made 100 bands in 20 minutes, issa money day
I don’t give a fuck about your problems, bitch, I’m getting paid
But, and I'm back up on my shit again
Someone get they girl, that bitch back up on my dick again, ayy
Yeah, I'm back up on my shit again
Someone get they girl, we was riding in a fuckin' Benz
Yuh, and I'm gassing
I don't give a fuck, light that blunt, I don't pass it
In that whip out in traffic
Skirt off, skirt off, bitch, I'm the fastest
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