Текст песни Bun B ft. Yelawolf - Good To Go

Saints Row The Third; Krhyme 95.4 FM - OST
Жанр: Rap / Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Bun B ft. Yelawolf
Альбом: Saints Row The Third; Krhyme 95.4 FM - OST
Длительность: 02:44
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Chorus:] Good to go [x4] Fresh kicks (all day) New fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) Then party (all night) Good to? go [x4] Fresh kicks (all day) New fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) Then party (all night) [Yelawolf:] Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on his new Benzo Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo Put the bass in? your face, you can feel the tempo Yela’s in your face, grab a stencil You should wanna get a copy the style I’ll lend yo ass, the man so bad From Alabama with banjo cocked back Swing bass like I’m Rambo fix that I don’t? wanna hear shit buddy that’s that Can’t get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go Send me ya telephone number bitch, maybe when I’m ready to roll I’ll hit you wit the totem pole But right now I’m [Chorus] [Bun B:] Well boy you wanna do this shit, well lets get to it You already know Imma run right through it I’m just like fluid, artifact like water Come on be real I go a lil harder Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter Put it on a plate Imma serve ya order Line em up, put em in place for the slaughta Game over by the end of 1st quarter Wake up hata rise? and shine I’m a start when you ridin pine I got yo main girl ridin mine Her face in my lap as I recline It’s grindin time and I declare I’ll run my fingers through her hair I run these streets? like marathon You can’t touch me like Hammer, gone [Chorus] [Yelawolf:] Don’t you know I got Bun B in my front seat and we got these (Poppers on the Chrome) One time for ya boy Pimp C (Pocket full of stones) I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off? my dirt bike in cargo pants I rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans Pop a band, put a stack on it I’ll wad up his plans like Aquaman Make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram I’ll be damned, have ease baby, you don’t wanna run if ya rhythm aint ready Sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, GO! [Chorus]
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