Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WCW, artist - Bankroll Mafia. Album song Bankroll Mafia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bankroll Mafia, EMPIRE
Song language: English
WCW |
Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas |
Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures |
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue |
Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings |
I fucked your WCW |
And I swear I don’t love her |
Fucked her on top of the covers |
Know I had to use a rubber |
Diamonds on me and they’re custom |
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em |
I got more rhymes than Busta |
I had the grind, had the hustle |
Now I got muscle |
Thugger, he poured up a four, I said gimme a shot |
Came from the bottom, went straight to the top |
Went through the struggle, I came from the block |
Now I’m on top, a young nigga got guap |
I’ma keep goin' and I’m never gon' stop |
Rockin' the stage and we sellin' 'em out |
We out the street, how the fuck we gon' fly? |
Book you a show, it gon' cost a whole block |
Caught tryna rob and you’re gonna get popped |
Know you heard 'bout me sendin' them shots |
These niggas, they hatin', they watch and they plot |
Got mine out the mud and it came out the pot |
Flyin' on in, I don’t fuck with no thots |
Don’t have to show 'em cause they know what we got |
This is our year, you know we on fire |
YSL shit, bitch you know what we 'bout |
Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas |
Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures |
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue |
Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings |
I fucked your WCW |
And I swear I don’t love her |
Fucked her on top of the covers |
Know I had to use a rubber |
Diamonds on me and they’re custom |
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em |
I got more rhymes than Busta |
I had the grind, had the hustle |
Now I got muscle |
If you play, I’ma bust 'em |
And my diamonds so brazy |
They go crazy, they’re custom |
I’ma stay big like a buzzer |
Put that check on your head like a Muslim |
Fuck her real good like I love her |
Fuck her real good like no other |
Tee top ridin' in a drop, nigga stop, shop |
AKs fillin' up the spots, nigga, black ops |
Serve a lot, mothafuck the cops, nigga what you got? |
Red beams cover your whole body like the chicken pox |
I’ma make her ride inside my ride |
She my main bitch? |
Oh yeah she lied, she my side |
And I got more karats than a bunny, Clyde |
No transmission, bitch, I’m never slippin', slide |
You dig that? |
Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas |
Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures |
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue |
Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings |
I fucked your WCW |
And I swear I don’t love her |
Fucked her on top of the covers |
Know I had to use a rubber |
Diamonds on me and they’re custom |
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em |
I got more rhymes than Busta |
I had the grind, had the hustle |
Cut |
Trappin' out the dresser |
Had them hoes in the SUV and Sprinter bus |
Bitch say that they got in on a perc then we can’t touch her |
God pop that A3333 'fore I bust her |
When I slang that mothafucka |
Cut |
Remember me from that trap shit? |
When I was knee high with a 3−5 |
Expensive denim and exotic leather |
Nigga I ain’t ever wore Levi |
One hunnid, we solid |
Real nigga forever, gon' be there regardless |
You don’t ever break the code, nigga |
And never go against your partner for no ho, that’s some fuck shit |
They were teachin' pimpin', now we’re masterin' the subject |
They say the early bird get it, fuck who ain’t up yet |
Fuck is you mean? |
Fuck nigga you lookin' for me? |
I be |
Smokin', kickin' shit, fuckin' bitches with my niggas |
Got a hundred, whole round, bitch you cannot take no pictures |
Magazine in the 30 round, you gon' get your issue |
Don’t come around me, when nigga’s pop, I don’t got no feelings |
I fucked your WCW |
And I swear I don’t love her |
Fucked her on top of the covers |
Know I had to use a rubber |
Diamonds on me and they’re custom |
Soon as we spot 'em we rush 'em |
I got more rhymes than Busta |
I had the grind, had the hustle |