Текст песни Tech N9ne - Don't Tweet This

Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Tech N9ne
Альбом: E.B.A.H. EP
Длительность: 03:30
Рейтинг: 672
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Загрузил: AndrewCG


[Verse 1] Wassup? Its Me, Caribou Lou again (Tech N9ne!) Kansas City fucking hooligan If you think you cool and true Then doin' the fool my friend You'll begin boozin' And choosin' women that we do and do again! Only if they hold us The secrets they crossing ova' The beaches and often go Where we eatin' we rock n' rollers Deep in the thoughts we go But no Tweetin' she lost her mobile And geekin' because we showed her Freakin across the globe and The weekend we often go to Colorado All my soldiers got a bottle And some hoes with a wobble From sticky dough's you're hella bobble (???) ????????????? We get no privacy Why would she ride with me Tweet, and straight lie to me? - Chorus - I don't know (what?) Who she sleeps with But, all I know is Don't you Tweet this [Hook] Do what I told you, I told you I told you (Don't Tweet this!) Do what I told you, I told you I told you (Don't Tweet this!) [Verse 2] Baby I would hate to Kick it and then erase ya' Cause you wanna go to One of those social networks And go state the Facts about my nature I gave to see you lata' (Oooooh) this bitch is shakin' the table You're pissed at me Cause you wished it be Listed with a Twit Pic Sick at me When ya' missed it Ya' scripted me When I gotta move invisibly You violate it You fly away it Simple cause I am stealth Then formulate it We tried to made it Deep into your damn self Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly bone And I'll be pushin' all yo' buttons like movie phone Act like you belong, creepin' in my groovy home Drinkin Bou-Lou week all my groupies owned (???) Way of life, keep it neat trick If you in the beast mix, you don't see shit And you will get the least bit of resistance We pick who we see fit, but yo: (Don't Tweet This) [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, it is what it is baby No, I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady Ugh. Crazy. Daily {???} at my crib, save me Dippin' get me to Drop some jizz on ya' lid maybe We in Canada partying like some anima's Even my tour managa' know that Tweetin' will vanish ya' Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't amature Granted the lost camera was planted in tall canisters Keys, you will receive, right when you leave Please, drop to ya' knees, ya' cannot leave, not a thing (???) Put away ya' phone, Yahtzee! And don't be flickin' like the fuckin' paparazzi! We livin' covert, Flava Flav know! We let you see what we want to, and when we say so (Monitor!) Her Tweet, gossip is really out of her That's why, I think I don't have that many followers!
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