Lyrics DROP A DOZEN - Landspeed

DROP A DOZEN

«Kid, you think I started this life ten minutes ago?
Guy hands you alight envelope
…it's just the beginning»
Landspeed
Keep 'em comin', keep 'em comin'
Keep 'em kilos in the sack
That boy runnin', that boy runnin'
He ain’t ever comin' back
Don’t know how to act
With all these felines on my ass
Keep 'em callin' back
I’ll drop a dozen on they ass
Ayy, you tryin' play me
Ayy, you tryin' the one
Bitch, you bit the Don Juan
Now you get to gettin' gone
See you fit the description of the fuckboy
I be runnin' on
Use to keep my psyche stable
Now you fucked my Halcyon
On, on
Get to gettin' gone
When I run this money up
I run a fuckin' marathon
It’s that phe-phe-phenomenon
Where you find out I’m the paragon of fast bitch
Now you what happens when fuckin' with the Don
Ayy, ayy
'Til the break of dawn
Bitch, there ain’t no limit
When you spit the Speedboy lexicon
Gotta get to gettin' with it
'Fore you get to gettin' gone
Ho, if this the race then Gekko motherfuckin' Diddy Kong
Fuck, fuck
See me walk the talk
CG Speedboy surfin' through the fuckin' CD-ROM
Enzo Matrix ReBoot through the network fast like Tron
Drop a dozen before Gekko gets to gettin' gone
Keep 'em comin', keep 'em comin'
Keep 'em kilos in the sack
That boy runnin', that boy runnin'
He ain’t never comin' back
Don’t know how to act
With all these felines on my ass
Keep 'em callin' back
I’ll drop a dozen on they ass
Keep 'em callin' back, I bring a duffle for their ass
I know you switchin' up, you stupid fuck, I double up the mask
She gon' fuck me good, I’m gon' pass her to my manz
And if you comin' with my cheque, you better bring it in advance
Hold up, my mans, hold up, my mans
Where you think ya goin', put that cash in my hands
Hold up, my mans, hold up, my mans
Let’s get this shit goin', make the Lexus do a dance
Out all night, make a bitch feel right
Off that white, she a scary sight
Pockets boomin', dynamite
I go stupid on the mic
She gon' come through, I’m gon' do it
Poppin' pills, I’m chillin', coolin'
I been robbin', I been lootin'
Been shootin', ayy
Thirty-six days I been waitin' for the chase
Another thirty-six days 'til I pull up to yo place
Catch me in a wraith, catch a new gold chain
Watch me go insane, I don’t feel no shame, no
Keep 'em comin', keep 'em comin'
Keep 'em kilos in the sack
That boy runnin', that boy runnin'
He ain’t never comin' back
Don’t know how to act
With all these felines on my ass
Keep 'em callin' back
I’ll drop a dozen on they ass