Testo Glory Hole - DJ Premier feat. Roc Marciano
Testo della canzone Glory Hole (DJ Premier feat. Roc Marciano), tratta dall'album The Coldest Profession
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
I ain't gonna get a hole, this shit's crazy
Uh-huh (hoo!)
I'm ballin', your hos is reckless, eyeballin'
Press the line, drive the foreign
Letter at a restaurant, I was touring
Can tell from a vibe, but sex is not boring
Slept with it and stopped texting, not callin'
Gotta exercise the gifts that I was born with
Can't afford strength like this, the lie dormant
Did a lot of shit for the pimp, it's my callin'
Top shot a nigga, shot callin'
Drop the jar in the water when the pots start boiling
Baby doll, this is rock, this is not porridge
Drop top portions, we hotdoggin'
Shit talkin', you gettin' shitted on
Check the board, point score for the city boys
Got so many toys, I'm a sex guard
Bitch, your queen want a king in between her loins
In a joint, tell her get a friend to join
I enjoy the little joint, she a freakazoid
Little joint, might take her to an eatery of choice
Your boy, you pee, but I'm not P-Noid
I can tell by your body language
You in the game, you ain't gotta speak English
Mommy in the gangsta, she don't ride with niggas or Jeep wranglers
She'd watch the ditty to be a waitress
Only body shape is no aprons
Never service a trick without payment
I'm high maintenance, I'm a big shot
One shorty on dates, I be at the wine tasting
Young slide on the side like Senaya Lapin
AP with the rocks in the faces
It ain't Nathan, we dyin' to make conversation with nice people in high places
10K played at the banquet, ladies seen my bank statement and fainted
As stated, we ate and it got faded
Hopped into Bentayga and then skated out
"I gotta come up"
Baby, I'm only showin' off
Forget I'm showin' no remorse
Told you my gun goin' off
Shot the club up, little hole in the wall
Shorty, you got it goin' on
You got it goin' on
I'ma go in raw, oh, Lord
"I gotta come up"
Oh, Lord
"Gotta come up"
"Don't fuck with just anything"
"I gotta come up"
Baby, I'm only showing off
"I gotta come up"
"Don't fuck with just anything"
Shot the club up
Little hole in the wall
Shorty, you got it going on
You got it going on
I'ma go in raw, oh, Lord
"I gotta come up"
"I gotta come up"
"Don't fuck with just anything"
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Writer(s): Christopher E Martin, Rahkeim Calief Meyer
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