Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Shit, artist - Roc Marciano. Album song Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Marci Enterprises
Song language: English
Don Shit |
I’m like Tony in the silver Carrera, they don’t build 'em no better |
Bitch I’m back, and I’m filthy as ever, hot stepper |
Red pepper steak dinner, weight spinner, lady killers, chains glimmer |
Lames feel us like painkillers, nigga we Range whippers |
Rain dripping on my suede British, stay driven like made niggas |
Gems shimmer like stage glitter, base slingers slice cake pieces |
Bang pieces, left face creases, break speakers, snake sneakers |
Got keys like gatekeepers, pitbulls on short leashes |
Portuguese divas feed us, my Adidas, don’t put your big stank feet in |
Peep game like mind readers, in my wife beater, fire heaters |
Ride the beat like zebra, me and this games' like Ike & Tina |
I’m a dreamer, 745 Beamer, Aquafina, blood spill by the liter |
Plus deliver like cheese pizza, I’m my brother’s keeper |
Send 'em to the grim reaper, don shit |
Gats in the guitar case, Scarface |
This be that don shit, ex con shit |
Gats under the armpit, cigars lit |
Mob flicks and hardships |
Nigga this be that don shit |
Palm trees and exotic v’s, overseas |
Somewhere in Belize blowing sour deez |
Stay dipped like sour cream |
Keep chips, get the powder cheap |
Squeeze clips at you coward feet |
We the shit, peep how it stink |
In my palace on the balcony |
Turn spit to a house and Jeep |
Now see, that’s alchemy |
You out your league,? |
Three bricks on the couch, see |
At the crib out in south beach |
Kingpin style beats, green Benz 'bout east |
Brown fleece, Richard Roundtree steez |
The big cheese, bitch please |
Take six while I shift speeds |
K spit, never K-Swiss, gangsta clique |
Nickel-plated on the waist sit |
Plus the grey? |
stay way thick |
Like a shackles on a slave’s wrists |
Gator kicks, keep the eighth of sniff like face did |
Rich base heads pay less, break the desk |
Out in Great Neck, trained pets |
Bitches that play the clarinet rep |
While we crept in the NSX red, don shit |