Testo Number 29 - D-Block Europe
Testo della canzone Number 29 (D-Block Europe), tratta dall'album PTSD
Wow, he's playing me
I'm in traffic, look, let me pull up on this nigga, he playing me
Hey, man like
Wagwan? You good, yeah? I'm out 'ere
(Good, yeah?) I'm good, I'm good
What you saying?
Nah man, look, I got my darg in the back, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Mad, man, imagine I was just playing "Love Of My Life"
I can hear it, that's why I pulled up on you
(Yeah), roll safe brudda
Yeah, mad, fuckin- (haha)
Trapping out the bando like my daily chore
All these VV's on my neck, it make her hate me more
What the fuck you think they pay me for?
My nigga chilling right now with the burner, got the safety on
Murder, murder, murder, that's a case that we ain't tryna catch
D-Block Europe, niggas know I'll do or die for that
Dolce & Gabbana, I'm designer man
We designer gang, pull up in designer swag
Kill him, kill him, kill him, this a murder, would you die for that?
See that big head on his shoulders, you gon' fly it back
If you love me, why you crying, ah?
Ate the pussy from the back, I got her crying "Aah!"
Yeah, caught the case
Yeah, like Nicolas Cage (like Nicolas Cage)
Mummy said, "When will you change?"
Told them nitties "I take notes, I don't take change" (ah)
Made her sniff a line of cocaine in the Wraith
Made him take that cocaine straight to the office
If you see me, then I'm stunting, you could say
- Was the case but I got NFA
Girl, what you reckon?
What d'you really, really reckon?
I don't leave my house without my fucking weapon
Prometh and hella racks when I'm steppin' (codeine)
I said, "Baby, stop stressing"
You my darling girl and I'ma show you suttin' nice
Told her, "No photos", she ain't even asked me why
See this lifestyle, yeah, it comes with a big price
And most of them niggas out there, they cannot pay it twice
Gang, gang, gang, she like the way I whip the white
If you can't pay in money, then we will get your life
Learned how to eat pussy, I was fucking with a dyke
Took it out the packet, I just buss it out the mic
Cali weed is standard, I'm just waiting on the flight
Fuck a jimmy, she official, buss inside her twice
Gang, gang, she in love with 29
And I'ma eat that pussy one more time
And my daughter just turned one, she got a Roley
She ain't even old enough to tell the time
Yeah, 6 a.m. up in the morning and it's summer
And I'm tryna eat her pussy
But the sun, it keep on peeping through the blinds
Thumb up in her arse and I might change my mind
Weed and lean, I'm on both, combine
Niggas tryna get some relevance
The jakes told me that "We know it's you, but we ain't got no evidence"
Show them how to make a song on my Instagram live
Every rapper in the UK soundin' like me, I might take my time (ski, ski, ski, ski) (hmm)
Ate the pussy and I put my finger up in her inside
I just came in five minutes
Darling, I ain't embarrassed, your pussy's nice
Thumb up in her pussy and her A hole
Number 29, first left off of the main road (yeah)
I told her, "Ride my dick how you ride my face, yo"
On the main road, tryna dodge the plain clothes
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Writer(s): Adam Williams, Ricky Banton, Ellis Newton
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