Testo Bonita - Zaytoven feat. Q Da Fool
Testo della canzone Bonita (Zaytoven feat. Q Da Fool), tratta dall'album Street Etiquette Vol1
(Zaytoven)
Uh, I don't
I don't understand these niggas, I don't understand 'em
(Nope, but you don't gotta understand 'em, nigga)
How you a killer? You don't got no bodies (No bodies)
How the fuck you the plug? (How the fuck?)
Don't got a hundred hiddin' (You don't)
These niggas lyin' 'bout they work, these
Niggas really wildin' (Lyin', lyin', lyin')
And when y'all slid, ain't nobody get hurt
Y'all ain't hit nobody
Play with the gang, yeah, that's my business
Rich shooter, bitch, we don't do no
Friendship (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Got snaked out every time I had a friendship (Yeah)
So when it get close, I be driftin'
Just came from Cali', hundred pounds, I'm liftin'
I got what I got, I don't do no wishin' (Got what I got)
Only got one gang, I don't do no switchin' (One gang)
On murder, be the code, we don't do no snitchin' (On gang)
Got a lot of water, we don't do no fishin' (Woo)
Talk right 'cause they listen (Woo)
Move right, keep the pistol (Woo)
You a slouch, I'ma get you (You a slouch)
Glock 23 blow your inner tube (Glock 23)
Got a bitch on your line, so I'm endin' you (Woo)
So please keep the hate to the minimum
I still'll rock out with my dead homie Lenny
I rock out with .223's, make 'em rain on 'em
That's a legal, leave a blood print and name on 'em
Ain't too much you can do when I pick gang on 'em
Try rob my lil' brother, I don't get your anger
Try shoot at, don't kill me, now you got me angry (Grrt, grrt)
Damn, plus I know where you be, lil' nigga, yeah, that's dangerous
Pull up with them clips hangin' (Boom)
Don't talk it out, bang it out
Get them choppers, we gon' slang it out
Don't make me bring out my secret weapon
We goin' platinum, it's finna be epic
Uh, we use Bonita, we use Bonita
Uh, we use Bonita, we use Bonita
Uh, eight in a liter, we so illegal
We be slidin' on these niggas and we use Bonita
I be slidin' on these niggas and cuttin' the dope
If he still livin', got put on the phone, then it's bro
Rest in peace twin 'cause he had a whole lot of that coke
Them niggas tried to rob him but killed 'em, them niggas some hoes
They better shock the world like electric
I got a lot of guns, got a selection
My favorite gun is that Draco and FN
Go crazy for my brother, please do not test him
He wasn't there for me when I was down, bless him (Uh, woah)
Nigga play with me, then I'm gonna check him
Q-Pac, I'm a blood of the rum
These hoes on my dick 'cause I'm better
Than them (I'm better than them)
Uh, I'm a diamond, you a gem
I'm a gorilla, nigga, you a shrimp
No, I can't feel you, nigga, you a wimp
And she gon' suck a nigga 'til the dick limp (Aw, ayy)
And all I try to do is get big (Let's get it)
And I been thuggin' since the big wheel (Yoom, yoom)
And if I come after you and shoot you
Nigga, you cannot get healed (Bitch)
This shit really get real (Bitch)
Don't talk it out, bang it out
Get them choppers, we gon' slang it out
Don't make me bring out my secret weapon
We goin' platinum, it's finna be epic
Uh, we use Bonita, we use Bonita
Uh, we use Bonita, we use Bonita
Uh, eight in a liter, we so illegal
We be slidin' on these niggas and we use Bonita
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Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, George Hundall
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