Testo Superstitious - DRODi
Testo della canzone Superstitious (DRODi), tratta dall'album Superstitious
Stay with a sack of goodies like it's Christmas
Fuck her good, she do the dishes
Her head game is so very vicious
This stupid bitch is superstitious
Stay with a sack of goodies like it's Christmas
Fuck her good, she do the dishes
Her head game is so very vicious
This stupid bitch is superstitious
Big DRODi inside the Denali
Higher than the pilots
Smoke a lot of gas like I got bad mileage
Sapwood full of 'zotic straight from the island
No crayola but shit get violet
Back in the day sellin' weed in the hallway
Still do the same shit, now I just do it all day
I just wanna fuck, baby, I don't wanna parlay
Be smokin on dro', gettin' head while I stargaze
I stopped goin' to work, 'cause I just wasn't feeling it
Best smoke in the city, my packs they be killin' it
My dick gettin' licked while I'm riding 'round hittin' licks
Get the pussy wet, then I go take a swim in it
I'on need no dodi, I need me some DRODi
I need me a 40 to pour for the homies
I ain't goin' like Tony, I keep that thing on me
I stay with some bread like some cheese and bologne
I'on need no dodi, I need me some DRODi
I need me a 40 to pour for the homies
I ain't goin' like Tonym I keep that thing on me
I stay with some bread like some cheese and bologne
Stay with a sack of goodies like it's Christmas
Fuck her good, she do the dishes
Her head game is so very vicious
This stupid bitch is superstitious
Stay with a sack of goodies like it's Christmas
Fuck her good, she do the dishes
Her head game is so very vicious
This stupid bitch is superstitious
1999, momma told daddy that she got birth control
23 years later, and I'm going out of control
I ain't asking for permission, I'ma kick down the door
I can't be caught slippin', I'll blick down a ho
If I ain't smell so good, would you still fuck me?
If I was in a hoopty, would you still love me?
First thing I told you was just be a hunnid
Or would you leave just like the others?
Go ahead, baby, I'm not a lover
From the lips, I can tell you a sucker
I know she a ho, 'cause she pulled out the rubber
Got my knee on her neck like I'm Kaepernick
Booty be clapping, it breakin' her back and shit
Yeah, that pussy is just so immaculate
But I can handle it, she know I damage it
Gave her dick but she only took half of it
I'm doin' numbers like I was a mathematic
You can open the pamphlet, check out my résumé
It's gonna say that I'm cracking shit
I be stepping so hard, I done broke my leg
Stupid lil' boy, better use your head
'Fore you end up dead with your brains on the bed
It's fuck what you think and fuck what you said
Stay with a sack of goodies like it's Christmas
Fuck her good, she do the dishes
Her head game is so very vicious
This stupid bitch is superstitious
Stay with a sack of goodies like it's Christmas
Fuck her good, she do the dishes
Her head game is so very vicious
This stupid bitch is superstitious
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Writer(s): Virgil Gazca, Richard Elizondo
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