Testo Downtown - Kidd Kidd
Testo della canzone Downtown (Kidd Kidd), tratta dall'album Fuk da Fame: American Trapstar
(Intro)
Killin' these bitches, I might do or die
But if you can't do the time, don't do the crime
Drownin' in that pussy like I'm gettin' baptized
She said, "When you're finished, don't forget to pay your tithe"
Rondo or Drew Brees, how I rep the nine
Fuck up the first time, you gon' get a second line
Got up this morning with one thing on my mind
Just to head back to the grind
She said I talk about head all the time
Money, pussy, weed, it stays on my mind
I would talk about my watch, but i ain't got the time
I would bring up this hoe, but the baby weren't mine
Everybody ain't a 100, man, somebody lyin'
This drum hold a 100 man somebody dyin'
Tattooed tears, but ain't nobody cryin'
Big ball shit, you can't flush it down
You talkin' too much shit, homie, hush it down
This is the the Hunger Games, we'll hunt you down
Pass it to my round and let them flood the town
The city lookin' like Katrina came back around
Pop, pop it off, how much that'll cost
Tell daddy the cost, leave that worker for a boss
You ain't fuckin' with it, then that's your loss
You missed out on your ticket, bitch, that's your fault
Money in the bank, jewelry in the vault
Me and Ben Franklin had some long talks
Am I high? Fuckin' right, that's the best answer
My Sprite pink, I'm against breast cancer
When it come to rap shit, you the best rapper
When it come to rappin' bricks, I'm the best rapper
Fiends runnin' back, that's a X-factor
I got that shit DMX after
I'm 'bout to do it large when 4X' after
You know I'm goin' hard, that's extra Viagra
They want me to fall but i am not Niagra
Don't be a pussy, nigga, go and have some
Don't be a hoe, you better go and marry one
Don't be a bitch, life already won
They waitin' on me to stop, that day ain't never come
I grind that for lust, nigga
You never did shit for the rest of us, nigga
I'm in the hood because I'm good and I run shit
Because I rap good, don't think I ain't bought that dumb shit
'Bout to pull out twenty racks just to have fun with
That's your hoe up in the back that I'm havin' fun with
Who you need to come get?
Boy, these bitches know they foul
Before I fuck with you, I gotta check your file
Your niggas ain't your niggas, man, these niggas wild
Your people got them people on the 9-1-1 dial
Mothers over caskets can't believe it's their child
Got killed at the club in front the whole crowd
But we still in that bitch, boy, it's goin' down
I saw them hoes was still in this bitch, I ain't goin' out
I'm holdin' up all this money, it's time to throw it down
All bad bitches, bust it open now
I'ma hold it down, cross my heart on holy ground
They ain't knew my name, I bet they know me now
Motherfuck the fame, I did it for downtown
You ain't heard I got the streets on lockdown
Fuck the fame, Kidd Kidd
Nigga
Credits
Writer(s): August Anthony Alsina, Sean Mcmillion, Ralph Jeanty, Samuel Eugene Irving Iii, Carlos Ray Cahee, Curtis Orlando Stewart Jr.
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