Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SWEATPANTS, artist - Bino Rideaux. Date of issue: 21.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SWEATPANTS |
| I got big racks |
| Bust up out my sweatpants, sealed off |
| I got all this built up |
| I been trying to take the edge off |
| I’m still off them urkies that’s my vibe |
| Pop that med talk |
| Pull up where he cooped up |
| With that fire, wake up everybody |
| Yea, if she looking for that vibe |
| She gone hear about it |
| Before they take off one of my guys |
| We ain’t gone play about it |
| Yea, forever we gone ball |
| I still pray about it |
| And it’s still fuck what they gone say about it |
| Yea yea |
| Mama told me «be cool» |
| They gone kill you yea yea |
| That ain’t the way I move |
| Mama I hear you yea yea |
| Cry when I lost my partner and I still do |
| Sipping through all of my issues |
| If you knew what we been through |
| It’s just me and dog |
| We gone pop out yea yea |
| I know what he gone do if this shit pop off |
| Yea yea |
| Used to go to school |
| They told me drop out yea yea |
| Now I’m pushing coupes with the top off |
| Yea yea |
| Behind my brother, we gone mob out |
| Yea yea |
| Ain’t got no feeling we gone fire it out |
| Yea yea |
| And if I love you we gone grind out |
| Yea yea |
| Going bad, don’t let me find out |
| Yea yea |
| Lately I’m keeping it cool |
| Used to mud walkin |
| I don’t even answer my phone |
| I don’t like drug talk yea yea |
| Bitch fucking up my mood |
| Bitch get shrugged off |
| Before I let you get to my dude |
| You get slugged off |
| Before you make a move |
| We gone put him in that dungeon |
| Bitch come to my room |
| I’m gone carve that bitch a pumpkin |
| Can’t be here too long |
| We gone start getting into something |
| She know how I’m coming |
| We the one they plugged in |
| I got big racks |
| Bust up out my sweatpants, sealed off |
| I got all this built up |
| I been trying to take the edge off |
| I’m still off them urges that’s my vibe |
| Pop that med talk |
| Pull up where he cooped up |
| With that fire, wake up everybody |
| Yea, if she looking for that vibe |
| She gone hear about it |
| Before they take off one of my guys |
| We ain’t gone play about it |
| Yea, whenever we gone ball |
| I still pray about it |
| And it’s still fuck what they gone say about it |
| Yea yea |