Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Commin' Down, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Commin' Down |
| Dig these blues homie |
| Damn right I’m on 22's homie |
| The bass hitting so hard 11 times a week I gotta replace the fuse homie |
| It’s a jungle inside my ride |
| Alligator skin is like everywhere |
| Me allergic to regular weed |
| So if it ain’t kush homie don’t put it in the air |
| Yeah I’m riding round and I’m getting it |
| Baby ain’t got no time to be hitting it |
| And you know the limousine tint mean |
| Mind yo mother fucking business |
| That candy paint so black look like a licorice stick |
| He outside of a Bentley in his house shoes |
| What type of nigga is this |
| The type that will put swangas on a |
| Caravan yes I am that man |
| With my name on the grill |
| And ma name on all the swangas |
| Too straight like that man |
| My arms strong as a motherfucker |
| From lifting lambo doors |
| Homie you know you balling when you start buying cars to match yo clothes |
| Got a stash box for that good grass |
| Got a stash box for that work too |
| Got my styrofoam filled to the brim my nigga |
| If you make me spill it ima hurt you |
| Screwed up click until I can’t say it no more |
| And I know the DJ gon play this until he can’t play it no more |
| Coming down making noise |
| Candy paint on all my toys |
| Gripping wood sipping good |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know about it boy |
| Uh! |
| What you know about it boy |
| Coming down making noise |
| Candy paint on all ma toys |
| Gripping wood sipping good |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know about it boy |
| Uh! |
| What you know about it boy |
| Ay let me ride! |
| Still riding down the block can’t speed through |
| Going two miles per hour making sure they see you |
| Trued up and I’m louied up that screw stuff in my new cup |
| My top down and my music loud |
| And I only listen to Too $hort, Pimp C and Bun B |
| Cause them all of my OGs |
| Ball so hard this shit crazy |
| You can call me Kobe |
| Pimp so hard your bitch pay me |
| She must have thought that I was Goldie |
| I’m skating on ice like a goalie |
| And I when I’m coming down I’m touching the whole street |
| I’m coming down like a sales price on them 4's |
| Lights on, trunk open, subs all 0's |
| Searching for that dough, eyes open for that paper |
| Candy apple over silver holding like a staker |
| Vogue tires only anything else is blasphemy |
| Breaking boys off add em to my list of casualties |
| Vape and wax slabs in the slab with that Mistah F.A.B |
| Paul Wall baby, paint dripping like a dab |
| Coming down making noise |
| Candy paint on all ma toys |
| Gripping wood sipping good |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know about it boy |
| Uh! |
| What you know about it boy |
| Coming down making noise |
| Candy paint on all ma toys |
| Gripping wood sipping good |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know about it boy |
| Uh! |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know bout Texas |
| And how them boys be flexin |
| Right next to them Mexicans |
| They big bankroll checkin |
| Repping for ma city so all my cars pretty |
| And all my broads pretty I got some up in yo city |
| They go dumb up on my dick everytime I touch down |
| By the way I got a package, it just touched down |
| We smoking bay here where I stay |
| Gone off that home grown |
| I stay smoking like Cheech and Chong |
| Trippy stick got a nigga blown |
| Bad bitch rolling with me must ain’t got no panties on |
| Or her ass so fat I can’t see the thong |
| Bay chick got me sprung send me hella drank |
| I fell in love when she gave me the plug on |
| I can’t leave her I need her I treat her |
| Like she a queen gotta keep baby on team |
| Gotta keep making this green |
| Killing boys in them lows |
| Fuck it, I’m a ghost rider, slab then walk next to my 4s |
| Coming down making noise |
| Candy paint on all ma toys |
| Gripping wood sipping good |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know about it boy |
| Uh! |
| What you know about it boy |
| Coming down making noise |
| Candy paint on all ma toys |
| Gripping wood sipping good |
| What you know about it boy |
| What you know about it boy |
| Uh! |
| What you know about it boy |
| Trill OG, Bun B straight up out that T-E-X |
| On that southern swag |
| So you know you gots to see me next |
| Candy paint and all that smoking on a ball bat |
| Riding in the saddle boy but I don’t wear no tall hat |
| New era’s the snapbacks |
| Not them ten gallons |
| And I don’t ride on a horse |
| But I might come through with a stallion |
| That denim with no chaps |
| Just gangsta ass raps |
| With my nephew Mistab FABBY |
| You know all we make is slaps |
| Gimme dap, make it good mayne, when I’m in yo hood mayne |
| Riding in that Cadillac and gripping on that wood grain |
| Make it understood, plain and simple if you slow |
| And if you come from the ghetto playa you already know |
| Keep it G from head to toe |
| If I’m lying may he strike me |
| And if you didn’t hate me maybe you could do it like me |
| Its UGK for life, I’m riding for that Chad |
| So when you see a playa shining |
| Show him love he acting bad |
| Hold up |