Testo Saw - Giggs
Testo della canzone Saw (Giggs), tratta dall'album Walk in Da Park
Yeah, dun know
It's more than emotional (way more)
This right here proves Boom's the hardest
(Ahh) Boom Productions
A G woke up, phone right by him (by him)
Had a couple missed calls, last night's clients (mm)
Yawning, scratching my balls, Rocks rang sighing
Said he's got the lowdown, on this prat Ryan (yeah?)
I'm like "black Ryan?" (Yeah), he's like "that Ryan" (ah)
I'm like, "Wrap tie him, deep fat fry him" (mm)
Jumped up, getting gassed by it (gassed by it)
Said, "I'm coming on the ride," so I sat by him (yes)
Strally tucked, and I'm ballied up
Rocks black hat, black clothes, looking Daffy Duck (mm)
Get my strally out, on my coat, raised the strally up (ugh)
If I see this faggot in the cut, I'ma grab his nut (nut)
I'ma grab a touch, bust a gut, let you grab a slug
Little motherfucks, insects, I'm a flatten bugs (mm)
If you fuck with Buck, fling Tecs, in you faggot mugs
Show you little cunts in depth what my 'matic does (yes)
Jumped out on foot looking (looking)
If I catch this little prick, I'ma six foot him (yes)
No pigs looking (pigs looking, yeah)
Something like a live PA, this a big booking (mm)
Over there, there's the prick jookin' (jookin')
Got the toaster heated up for some quick cooking (yes)
Didn't even squeeze the trigger, heard the pigs pull in
Didn't even hit the nigga, 'cause the pigs took him
Tryna get away from the Jakes, feeling flipping bait
Tryna get this eight, crime scene, with the sticky tape
Tryna slip away, might mean, gotta hit a Jake
Rocky hit the brake, went left, threw the stick away
Feds are closing in, no stick, you're too flipping late
If they saw the stick, get dashed, that's a different game (yeah)
Whiplash from the switching lanes
Rocks you're gonna crash, oh, shit, hit the flipping brake
(Listen, check, yeah), mm-mm
(Our relationship is hotter than), why you hittin' like that?
Wait there, you riding wit' me and lookin' at some next chick
That's-, I was lookin' at footlocker, man, what's wrong with you?
Have the shame but not block, I got this team on lock, you rollin' with me-
Aww, allow it, not, not, not this again, man (it's the respect)
Chill, chill, look, look, babes, man, I got you covered (not even that)
This where, this where we at, man, this will explain everything, man (it won't explain anything)
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Writer(s): Jason Neville Thompson
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