Testo Where The Percs - SeptembersRich
Testo della canzone Where The Percs (SeptembersRich), tratta dall'album B.N.L
Darko, are you fucking listening?
I just woke up, pop me a perc
Bad ass bitch shaking ass and she twerk
Hunnid' thousand just hit my account
I'm finna hit the bank
Pull that shit out (pull that shit out, pull that shit out)
Yo bitch got that dick in her mouth
I'm from the south but I take it by south
Shooters surrounding yo house
Scared, what you fin' do now?
Fuckin' yo bitch in her mouth
I'm finna fuck that bitch right from the back
She finna shake that ass, make that shit clap
I'm on the run, but I still got a strap
Try the gang get yo ass clapped
Shooters around the map
West to East, stab to the back
That boy flyin' around with that strap
Pay TSA we got the blick
That boy could be on the plane he get hit
Betta' understand I'm with the shit
Blow a hunnid' K, nigga ain't shit
Fuck a lil bitch, that bitch was mid
My shit got P's all in the bitch
I'm shippin' za's, I'm shippin' mid's
I ain't got no shame in that shit
Run up, you get hit with that blick
Drum on that K, he ain't missing no shit
Hunnid' rounds up in that bitch
Where arе the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Strippеr bitch all on my dick
Begging me for my kids
I pick you up, you sucking dick
Bought a hotel, she ain't see where I live
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Fuckin' that bitch, and I'm fuckin' her friend
Fuckin' that bitch, and I'm fuckin' her friend
Fuckin' that bitch, and I'm fuckin' her friend
Fuckin' that bitch, and I do it again
Said "fuck it" and crash, do it on purpose
I'm scratching the whip, tryna get me a burger
Fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, he a burger
Fucking yo bitch but your bitch kinda nervous
Sucking my dick in the coupe got me swerving
High with the gods, I don't live on Earth
Ain't no way I run outta percs
Dawg got it, trippin' away
Call José that's one day
Boy stay in yo lane, boy we know you stank
Boy our shootas' don't play, masked up they on the way
A hunnid' shots in yo face, doo-doo-doo, die today
I just woke up, pop me a perc
Bad ass bitch shaking ass and she twerk
Hunnid' thousand just hit my account
I'm finna hit the bank
Pull that shit out (pull that shit out, pull that shit out)
Yo bitch got that dick in her mouth
I'm from the south but I take it by south
Shooters surrounding yo house
Scared, what you fin' do now?
Fuckin' yo bitch in her mouth
I'm finna fuck that bitch right from the back
She finna shake that ass, make that shit clap
I'm on the run, but I still got a strap
Try the gang get yo ass clapped
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Writer(s): Canyon Xavier Moore, Prodbydonniedarko Prodbydonniedarko
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