Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Essay , by - Kirko Bangz. Song from the album Progression 2 & 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.12.2014
Record label: Victory Entertainment
Song language: English
Essay |
| Slow mode, slow mode |
| Slow mode, slow mode |
| Uh, riding down, 59, man, I’m thrown with my essay |
| My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, that be my essay |
| Just got, just got off the flight, the put up to the heights |
| In my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight |
| Gotta' bright and clean, got that straight from Arizona |
| Shit! |
| The drink, the drink, I got that shit from California! |
| Shit! |
| The ride, the ride, oh if you’re trying to get 'em key |
| Catch a shooter, shooter with some stars grind ' |
| Yeah susha, get ' a susha |
| I’m saying no punta, my pockets Pumba. |
| And I’m so manish I may never, never hard to try to do my thing |
| When the cars pull up, man, I was slow chocking me an essay! |
| I’m coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay |
| I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay |
| I’m riding clean with my essay |
| And everybody know I got them things for my essay |
| And tonight, yeah we gonna ride! |
| I got a whole bunch of killers with me |
| I throw my H town up in the sky |
| Cause ain’t nobody fucking with my homies! |
| I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown |
| Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho |
| I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown |
| Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho |
| I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown |
| Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho |
| I’m with my essay, and we’re getting blown |
| Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho |
| She my essay, my fucking' |
| I fuck her so good, she be like, 'can I get the dick home? |
| ' |
| I know, know, gonna gonna play me |
| Picture you with these skinny ass jeans like Patrick Swayze |
| I’m blowing, blowing hazy |
| Yeah, I’m all up in this dazy |
| I’ll be like, 'bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay me! |
| ' |
| I don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a damn |
| Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay! |
| Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay! |
| Be like, bitch, fuck me and you gotta pay! |
| I don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a damn |
| My essay bitch bitch got the good skin, got a ten |
| But shit! |
| I’m the man! |
| I’m on the fucking mic |
| She gonna ride dirty, Kush don’t pour me out that'. |
| I’m coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay |
| I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay |
| I’m riding clean with my essay |
| And everybody know I got them things for my essay |
| And tonight, yeah we gonna ride! |
| I got a whole bunch of killers with me |
| I throw my H town up in the sky |
| Cause ain’t nobody fucking with my homies! |
| Me and my essay speak' |
| See, I told she don’t she she don’t talk shit |
| No, she just let the take play |
| No referees around, you better hope you’re lucky left day |
| And aching ain’t the hope, the hope you’re right |
| Don’t let you left play! |
| Uh, me' reader |
| Me sure to see you |
| Now only do your fuck me, but you cooked the best for heaters, uh |
| And empanadas and quesadillas |
| I’ll beat your pussy like piñatas, |
| Get your ass a visa, uh! |
| That corpus Chris who riding with my dog' |
| That corpus Chris who riding with my dog' |
| I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie |
| That corpus Chris who riding with my dog' |
| I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie |
| And if you’re real, she gonna fuck us at the same time |
| My ' say, don’t fuck, don’t fuck, don’t put me on! |
| I’m coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay |
| I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay |
| I’m riding clean with my essay |
| And everybody know I got them things for my essay |
| And tonight, yeah we gonna ride! |
| I got a whole bunch of killers with me |
| I throw my H town up in the sky |
| Cause ain’t nobody fucking with my homies! |