Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trailer Mix, artist - Durag Dynasty. Album song 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопTrailer Mix |
| Willing these thoughts |
| Melodic art, darts counterpart shark |
| Fancy footwork frolic with funny old farts |
| Frylock snap, Kodak your Kojak crap |
| Cup spilleth over cognac rap |
| Slug pimpish, twistin' around to crack your princess |
| From a distance, alchemy reeks from my existence |
| Scientific tantra, blow a tantrum if she blowin' cancer |
| Only blow on this dick, I’m Jojo Dancer |
| Fire Pryor, higher sire in the fly attire |
| I desire something foreign color apple cider |
| Radiation botanics, chronic seeds planted |
| Aviation mechanics, I keep it fly granted |
| Embroidery boat coat, leather moccasins |
| Toast on account of this dope, Johnnie Cochrans |
| Mouthpiece talk a nigga out a roadster |
| Got bricks, couldn’t throw a P in the ocean |
| Master verb vertical |
| Circle slayer reversible |
| Purposeful all merciful |
| Tour surgical cervical |
| Pussycat, convertible top |
| Turn 'em a murderful |
| Telegraphic returnable |
| Debt sin is discernible |
| All it took was the nerve of you |
| Call niggas is Colonel |
| Kentucky Fried, Disco Inferno |
| Season the server |
| Buggy eye Benz rims |
| With fins ??? |
| Sparkin' hymns |
| Black Moses gunnin' at your camera lens |
| Frostbit criminal sparkle |
| Butane flamin' charcoal |
| Live at the barbecue |
| Christian brothers to gargle |
| Far from awful to the fullest intensity |
| Bullets propensity |
| Aimin' for the dynamite density |
| Strikin' convincingly |
| With infamy, rotisserie dialogue differently |
| ?? |
| kissin' me in order to short circuit my memory |
| History tells me I’m graded the star’s moon |
| Even man first element swallowed the dog diagram |
| My flow water like the aqueduct |
| See a lot of rappers comin' up and half of 'em suck |
| Stretchin' weed like laffy taffy |
| I’m like B.I.G. |
| went from ashy to classy |
| Just pass me the dope chee' |
| I’mma burn a Backwood down to a roach leaf |
| Careful how you approach me |
| Might pull the wool over your sheep like Bow Peep |
| Creep like the Reaper do |
| Fillin' in the blank teachin' y’all how to substitute |
| Fuckin' with the class clown |
| Always doin' stupid shit sit your monkey ass down |
| Homeboy you embarassin' us |
| Diamond David Donahue on the cuff |
| Diamond in the ruff, plus |
| My nails' buff like Puff |
| You ain’t heard of us? |
| Tough! |
| You was outta touch |
| Vagina ?? |
| Remote control rune knowledge with nanu nanu |
| I pop a bottle with marijuana to solve my problems |
| The journal is paranormal nothin' is formal |
| These degrees is black Jesus in a pair of Jordans |
| Rewind this as I draw you up into fine mist |
| Durag Dynasty click |
| Block celly, pot belly boy |
| Gazelli frame, difficult thought bars |
| The block star, Beverly Hills King |
| Big screen machine gun 'gang |
| Sixteens for the cream I arrange |
| Middle of a war lean with a gauge |
| Half a brain shit, chemical balance |
| Kurt Kobain spit, ice cream banana clip |
| Examine it, he handle his |
| Demonstrate dope front of the camera lens |
| Distribution is blown from home team advantages |
| My narratives got me booked and countin' these asparagus |
| There’s a difference between a full course and trailer mix |
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