Testo Pump 9 - Eddie Valero
Testo della canzone Pump 9 (Eddie Valero), tratta dall'album Just for Y'all
These folks crazier than a motherfucker
Yeah
DT Tha Kidd
Beat those drums
Glitter on my chest this shit here hittin'
It look like lightning struck
Think I might be trippin'
I'm on pump nine in a Cybertruck
Opps and 'em ain't know nothin'
Tell 'em bump down get that diaper tucked
Polar bear my skate I want two something
That's for that white and fluff
Bitch I'm off this Don and I'm on dirt
I'm tryna nail it numb
Smack her shit like water Jell-o out the pack
Can tell it's done
All he do is blog and belt to ass
He tried to yell and run
Locked in with them reefer boys
So I knew how to sell it young
Didn't no nigga juice me up bitch I been him
I built my own hype
Marriott at valet, I'm in Lanvins
Had a long night
Cranberry with Titos I'm out west
That shit a long flight
Freak hoes at my shows pick by the fours
I got a strong bike
Blinded by these rocks
No I can't dance but got a Milly wrist
Baltimore my whore
She ain't got nothin' on my thick Philly bitch
Wallet chain my jeans like a white boy
I'm on my Billy shit
Cousin got the oil I'm talkin' 'bout drink
Never no Diddy shit (never)
Money get me high
Bitch I'm gonna chase it 'til my legs bust
Never lose no motion
I'm OK 'cause I put bread up
Debra J raised gangsters
At her funeral we had red tuxes
Walk in with my chest out
When you see me got my head up
Never saw no drought
'Cause I'm the one that brought them cases through
Catch me in them Rickys like Tre friend
I got them laces loose
Button up like it's prom night
Tell my folks and 'em bring them Shakeys through
No need to drop the low
I'm anywhere they say them faces blue
Glitter on my chest this shit here hittin'
It look like lightning struck
Think I might be trippin'
I'm on pump nine in a Cybertruck
Opps and 'em ain't know nothin'
Tell 'em bump down get that diaper tucked
Polar bear my skate I want two something
That's for that white and fluff
Bitch I'm off this Don and I'm on dirt
I'm tryna nail it numb
Smack her shit like water Jell-o out the pack
Can tell it's done
All he do is blog and belt to ass
He tried to yell and run
Locked in with them reefer boys
So I knew how to sell it young (yeah, yeah)
I don't give a damn what he does
Send his ass home
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Don't rub on that
You blot that, you understand
That's 25 thousand dollar alpaca
You blot that shit, you don't rub 'em
Put the club soda on there
Simple Simon ass motherfucker and listen
From now on
Don't nobody talk to me directly, you understand
You got business with me, you talk to Huey
Huey, you talk to me, you got it
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Writer(s): Eddie Valero
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