Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dickies Black Chucks, artist - Bambu.
Date of issue: 27.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dickies Black Chucks |
Got that Old Spice paste in my hair, yeah |
And in my eyebrows too |
G shit, bang |
Yah |
Ok, this is take two |
But |
Do he not know who he fuckin' with? |
Yo |
He must like harm |
Im saying my dawg 'Do he know who he fuckin' with? |
I got the alarm |
And got the night guard |
As soon as he rush in |
There’s fishing line across the door |
Soon as he triping |
He slide on the floor |
, I say 'Meh ' |
Better you keep your ass down on the floor |
I am not here to bring you any pain |
I just came up with the get back some backpayin' |
I break you know my face |
I know you tripping |
You got a kid in school |
And then those from not college are high |
You just remain cool |
And I get a couple of stacks between you and I |
Now it’s to say, easy |
I’ve been back here slaving my shifts' |
And my boss is dumber than fuck, when he open it up |
I memorised all of the clicks |
Six left, nine right, five twice, clap thrice |
Spin, handle to the left |
Now we celebratin' for the night |
In my… |
Dickies black chucks black hoodie and a beanie (x4) |
The homies over at macy’s |
And they runin' scams on a daily |
They can see moneys are movin' |
But that don’t reflect in none of their wages |
So, the homie will ring you up for a pair of socks and validation |
You walk out with half a stack worth of that |
Name brand fashion |
Got you name brand bangin' |
Goin' cocain slangin' |
While the ones who born to money lookin' down in this |
I ain’t say shit I AK |
I put coc-ain on my face |
Shotgun buck shots, three a create? |
Clear and sale |
Now I ain’t suggesting you rob your job |
I am suggesting you talk to your boss |
And say, you don’t treat me like I am a family member |
Im taking off into your job |
Im saying it’s class work |
It’s bad grades |
And we work hard |
For unjust pay |
And that congress man who rep' your state |
Got a twenty grand check to lock you away |
So I say, do what it may |
This for these kids, and DTLA |
They make a million dollars of a slave |
So my uniform of the day |
Gon' be… |
Give me the cash open the dope in the bag, grab all the money and dash (x4) |
Give me the cash open the dope in the bag, grab all the money and dash (x7) |
(Give me the cash, Give me the give me the cash (x2), Give me the cash |
Open the dope in the bag) |
Dickies black chucks black hoodie and a beanie (x4) |
Dickes black chucks black hoddie, my weeny |