Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dump, artist - Berner. Album song 20 Lights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Taylor Gang
Song language: English
Dump |
This bitch is steady jockin', shes beggin' me to kick it |
She’s all on my dick and I know she want to lick it |
She’s wicked, I stick it, right between her lips |
The ones on her face and the ones between her hips |
I dips and slips, she fucks then sucks |
She ridin' on my dick while she’s holdin' on my nuts |
Lovin' how I treat her, mad 'cause I won’t eat her |
But when I nut, she’s happy, she’s lovin' how I G’d her |
That first time was cool, then I had to slow up |
Must’ve turned her out 'cause now she’s tore up from the floor up |
But know what? |
So what; |
girl, find another |
Think I’ll try this potent maccin' mouthpiece on her mother |
Serve it to her mama, she’s eatin' up my drama |
She’s smarter than her daughter, 'cause she can tell that I’m a… |
Mac about his money, baby was no dummy |
I slipped up, and tripped up and put one in her tummy |
Couldn’t take my dick out, this dick thick portioned |
Now she’s in the clinic having an abortion |
She said she was too old for kids, and I agreed |
Quickly took heed of the time she didn’t bleed |
Now every time I bash it, I use a prophylactic |
Baby got to jockin' and shake move was drastic |
Had to let her catch me with her chink friend Su-Chang |
Ooh, she caught us fuckin' and turned it to a group thing |
I do things, new things, with them throughout the night |
Never knew that chink cot would ever be this tight |
Had to do this right, 'cause I just owned this mic |
Beater started something to keep my pockets tight |
Lace 'em for a week, then I play the broke role |
Two weeks later, they had my pockets so swoll |
The ho stroll was oh-so, poppin' when they hit it |
Tricks was gettin' wit' it |
Listen while I spit it |
Bern break bitches for mucho guapo |
(Shhhh) Salute El Chapo |
I party all night on the beach in Jacó |
Lost 20 grand on the tables in Tahoe |
Smooth operator, I don’t rock no gator |
J’s on my feet, hot shell for a hater |
Make a bitch choose, take her out a small town |
40 cal, long round make 'em all fall down |
It’s the B-A-Y we don’t aim for the sky |
I put a grow room in every crib that I buy |
Still get my hands dirty, whole thing cost 30 |
Coke so clean, look so pearly |
Yeah, I let it grow out, I never pull early |
Young guys die with my cutthroat Furly |
Packs in the trunk, I got weight for sale |
No banks please, no paper trail |
I put 8 in the mail, I hope it make it there |
AMG, I’mma race you there |
Don’t hate the player but my mouthpiece crazy |
Talk the bitch out of 80, baby girl don’t play me (Uhh) |
Big bag, smoke good, where the lean at? |
Pop two Xans, take a weed nap |
Still right here where the cream at |
Where the city, where the Rich, where the V at |
Man, this shit got me all lazy |
In a new Mercedes, with two fly ladies |
Coke plug show a broke bitch no love |
Might slide in it with no glove |
Hold up, bundle so thick it don’t fold up |
Rolled up, smoke on sulfa, I’m a stoner |
Weed head from the SF City |
Where my bud’s so good and my chain so pretty |
Boy! |