Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song '92 Gator, artist - 100s. Album song Ice Cold Perm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
'92 Gator |
| First Verse |
| I was gone for a minute, laws of a menace |
| Shake, pause, crept up out the door before she change draws |
| She was a bust down why decide to trust now? |
| Plus I got some business and a hair appointment uptown |
| Bounce, shots fired, just another pierced tires |
| Make her stop, Bitch, I, 100s' style twitch eyes |
| 100s drunk, grab thighs, skeeta mack, wear ties |
| Realize the nigga takin' pussies on a test drive |
| Let’s ride, she look better from the left side |
| Phone up in my right pocket post up on my left side |
| Why rich hoes always got a big nose? |
| 'N why weak bitches always gotta share clothes? |
| 'N why ho bitches always gotta share dick- |
| 'n think that we don’t know we both hit it |
| 'N that shit, that’s when bro nigga turn to the ho nigga, no nigga |
| Just because you got the stage don’t mean you got the flow, nigga |
| Body (?) ain’t shit, might is what we strive fo' |
| Taught since we was like fo'(4 years old), money what we die fo' |
| Top is what we strive fo', even if we die po' |
| Grind until my eyes close, fuck I got a life fo'(ol?) |
| Let her know, let her know, (?) the mack don’t love a ho |
| Let her see, let her see if she don’t see the light then let her be |
| Let her choose, let her choose, if she ain’t with the program let her loose |
| Set her free, set her free, that’s the next nigga' job, now let her be |
| Second Verse |
| Never cap and save, you work your pack and save |
| And when you pack and save you blow it on that weight |
| Put it on that grave that you ain’t never late- |
| With that bitch that was astray and never catch you pay |
| It gets sick out here, your main bitch out here |
| 'N always broke, cause these niggas sellin' dick out here |
| What can I do, but light two? |
| sittin' by ya-by you |
| Thinkin' 'bout more money and the next beat to write to |
| Never bet |
| A hand that you might lose |
| Nice dudes finish last, yeah nigga, finish that |
| A real skinny mothafucka got game |
| Work up on yo (Jimmy?) mothafucka, yeah, really, mothafucka |
| Old silly mothafucka, 'n they chillin', mothafucka |
| I’ll be rockin' leatha 'til I hit a milli', mothafucka |
| So I might bend the corner at the red light, hair ties all up on the dashboard |
| Give me what I ask for, shit, it’s almost past 4 (AM), I got a lot to laugh for, |
| bag whores, smash whores, and exit out the backdoor |
| Pussy on tap, hot?, cold, 25 (?) |
| Light skinned bitch, put yo pussy on my damn face |
| Don’t touch my sideburns, though |
| Let her know, let her know, (?) the mack don’t love a ho |
| Let her see, let her see if she don’t see the light then let her be |
| Let her choose, let her choose, if she ain’t with the program let her loose |
| Set her free, set her free, that’s the next nigga' (job), now let her be |