Testo Tampa - Cico P
Testo della canzone Tampa (Cico P), tratta dall'album Bonfidential Files
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa
Mane, that boy lil' boogie dawg ass got no manners
Yeah, you got some ass but I can't fuck 'cause I got standards
Don't watch me, better watch TV, yo' bitch might change the channel
She was finna tell you she in love wit' me but I don't think you can handlе
All black the coupe from the Chеvy to the Phantom
Pop up wit my ru, that's lil' heck, he from Atlanta
I might drop a deuce off purples stuff up on my Fanta
I can't leave the crib unless I know I got the blammer
Hit her wit' the hammer, if I don't she throw a tantrum
Go on, bend it over, make it clap, this yo' anthem
Run up on me, you gon' levitate like a phantom
Keep knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa
That boy bad news, he a menace to society
Everybody a rida but I ain't had nobody ride for me
Everybody looking out but ain't nobody had a eye for me
Shit ain't even that deep and you still chose to lie to me
Damn, you must think a nigga brazy
Lil' bitch, what's yo' motive? I hope you ain't tryna play me
Walk it like I talk it, I keep ten on the pavement
Smoke got me coughing off the Kup, I'm steady dazin'
Been hot for a minute, I been motherfuckin' blazin'
Mind been on the Benjis, steady motherfuckin' chasin'
I can sense this sucka shit just off the conversation
He'll doin' all that wolfin', guess he wanna be a patient
Goddamn, lil' bitch on that coke like Montana
I'm on hydrocodine, I'ma float like a phantom
Baby need some protein, work her out like a dancer
I got all the hoes and the snow just like Santa
And we keep the sticks and the smoke, who want cancer?
Knocking at that door, lil' nigga, you gon' get a answer
Goddamn, baby, you got cakes like a pampa
All about a buck, baby, bay just like Tampa
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Writer(s): Brandon Rackley, Christopher Sims
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