Kidz In The Hall Pour It Up текст песни, слова песни Pour It Up Kidz In The Hall & Bun B & David Banner
Kidz In The Hall - Pour It Up
feat. Bun B & David Banner
We let the bottles pop,
Feels like we just wanna [?] at the all-star game!
Full impact! yeah, yeah!
I think I'm suit it booty fesh it up
Caesar wait it, fade it, yea I'm tape it down
Mani-pedi so he gonna follow 'round
Wipe me down
Yea, I think I'm Philipp Michael Thomas now
Miami lenner, Miami women
Even when the Heat is losin' we Miami winnin'
Man I'm killin', how I make a livin'
ABC, take 'em to the bank, Michael Bibbons
Think I'm ebony man, add 'em up
Listen to this money talk
Never scuppin' when I walk
Is there a heaven for a trail nigga?
Bury me and Ralph Nore and fuck a hale figure
Cartier wallet be with the gum so
You's a but head, pipi from mi bung hole
You ain't wanna pimp? What you come fo'?
We gon kick that Malibu 'til we Benzo
Keep your wallet in your bag everything is on me
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
Yea, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
If we got enough time we go smoke for Biggie
Keep your wallet in your bag everything is on me
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
If we got enough time we go smoke for P.A.C
Big Bun B, baby I'm bigger than most folk
Ridin' slab on 6-10 feet or off a postal
I'm on that port, Arthur Texas trilogy shit
I piss to move around if you ain't here with me shit
We not care who you be cause that not of concern
Got my mind on my money and I'm out here tryna earn
Grow up movin' cycles, everybody get a turn
Just like with your baby momma
In yo face, nigga burn
Maybe stop trippin' and get back to my 15
All them ponents where they perked out, burnin' and they sippin'
We be candid paint trippin', good grain grippin'
Cadillac in the machinal 4 voas tippin'
We got 4 hoes with us, homo at the crib
Spittin' so much game I gotta wear a beard
That's how it is, that's what it do
You don't fuck with us, cool nigga, we don't fuck with you
Keep your wallet in your bag everything is on me
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
Yea, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
If we got enough time we go smoke for Biggie
Keep your wallet in your bag everything is on me
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
If we got enough time we go smoke for P.A.C
Harvey Milk, I would die for what I stand for
There a nigga breathin' to the noddet, I'm a man Joe
With somebody I don't have to act Brando
Shukin' jal trap, rappers lookin' like Sam Bows
Add lips can camouflage whack shit
See, I'm on my go I'll shit
I'm go I'll slick, get on my go I'll dick
See my go I'll bitch that be so go I'll thick
Brandy up that's the crew
That's my go I'll clip
See my go I'll spit that be so go I'll sick
Go I'll trippin' in my go I'll whip
Sip sip that Mr. Pure with the go I'll fib
So real. Put the bottle go my go I'll lips
See, the same one that bring the bars out
We can hit the circle you can see a ghetto star al
I'm so down to earth that I'm so far out
Keep your wallet in your bag everything is on me
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
Yea, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
If we got enough time we go smoke for Biggie
Keep your wallet in your bag everything is on me
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
See, we gon get drunk, pour it up for pimp C
If we got enough time we go smoke for P.A.C
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