Testo Occasion - Jenn Carter
Testo della canzone Occasion (Jenn Carter), tratta dall'album Occasion
(Mmm, nah)
Grah
(Turn that up)
Gang, gang, gang
(Young Madz)
Carter, dickhead
(Yo, Abdo)
Got a baddie like shorty a doll (Glah, glah, glah)
She so high and I think that she Asian
Hold my dollie, ain't makin' no calls
I be geekin' and tweakin' on any occasion (Glah-glah, boom)
Off the Jenny, I'm feelin' amazin'
Bodies on bodies, smoke 'em to the faces
And my pole, I'ma keep it adjacent
I don't fuck with you niggas like I was a racist
Asian Doll said, "We makin' a movie"
I stay on the set and the actor my toolie
Ain't no snitchin', ain't no Ratatouille
That bitch is a thot and she know she a groupie (Like)
Like damn, and I stay in the loop
I am too tac', keep a pole in the stu' (Glah-glah, boom)
Like what? I'ma spin in a coupe
If you stop for the deez then you gettin' a boot (Gang, gang, gang)
I said shorty a diamond, ruby (Glah-glah)
And that boy, he got knocked out his toolie (Glah-glah, boom)
And I'm like Sheff, I'm a G, so I cannot get moody
Halloween, like the shit can get spooky
Like a Lego, I stay on the block
Opp thot said I'm hittin' the spot (Glah-glah, boom)
Call me Patrick, I stay with the rock (Grr)
If you not 41, then you're name, I forgot
Aye
Damn, these bitches wanna gang bang
I was thirteen, heard a gun sang?
Gotta a lot of money, bought a lot of chains
I will dust this bitch, if she say my name
Pussy nigga scared, better beat your feet
Got a Glock with the swtich, put that lil' boy to sleep
He ain't even my type, he be drillin' for the free
If you wanna body drop, teach you how to pay the fee
Beat up
Catch a opp bitch, she lack, get beat up
On the block, money this money this Sunday my feet up
I ain't got a heart for a eater
Razors, niggas left, I don't need her
Aye
Root list
Bitch nigga diss me? She too less
Nigga try to play me? He clueless
Thought I was a dummy for the love? You foolin'
Aye
My life to real like a novel
We hit his top, woulda knock of his shoulders
He thought shit was funny, now he on a poster
I don't want your nigga, you fucked him, it's over
Rob who?
You dumb
Demons, they comin', we pop out, you run
He tellin', "Y'all pretty, I don't need a gun"
I'm tellin', "You crazy, they killin' for fun"
I'm back, I'm back, get whacked
I had a nigga that turned to a rat
I know a nigga got stabbed from the back
Can't speak on it now 'cause that nigga a pack
Don't run
We chase
I'm with a shooter, you trip, you get laced
He want a casin', like Asian okay
Don't speak on my pussy, just asks how it tastes (Ask how it tastes)
We in a Uber, fuck it
We spinnin'
Y'all Rugars
Got techs, got shooters
My nigga aimin' to top the medulla
Get dropped
These hoes ain't tough, they thots
You ain't never been gang, you pop
Hoes get killed tryna sendin' out the drop
Got a baddie like shorty a doll (Glah, glah, glah)
She so high and I think that she Asian
Hold my dollie, ain't makin' no calls
I be geekin' and tweakin' on any occasion (Glah-glah)
Off the Jenny, I'm feelin' amazin'
Bodies on bodies, smoke 'em to the faces
And my pole, I'ma keep it adjacent
I don't fuck with you niggas like I was a racist
Got a baddie like shorty a dog (Glah, glah, glah)
She so high and I think that she Asian
Hold my dollie, ain't makin' no calls
I be geekin' and tweakin' on any occasion (Glah-glah, boom)
Off the Jenny, I'm feelin' amazin'
Bodies on bodies, smoke 'em to the faces
And my pole, I'ma keep it adjacent
I don't fuck with you niggas like I was a racist (Glah-glah, boom)
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Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Misharron Jermeisha Allen
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