Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To the Top, artist - Salt The Wound. Album song Kill the Crown, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 14.03.2011
Record label: Rotten
Song language: English
To the Top |
And when this song gets played we get fuckin’paid* |
So keep the music blasting. |
We’ll make it rain. |
I’m headed to the sun on my own G6 plane. |
I’m taking this shit straight to the bank. |
There would be no way I would not wear Gucci. |
I guess I might wear Prada on laundry day. |
And on the weekends you know we’re chillin’in Portugal and on the beaches of |
Spain. |
We ball so fuckin’hard strapped like fuckin’soldiers. |
We’ll shoot first we’ll ask questions later. |
Don’t fuck with the law. |
We drive hard, your bitch in my front seat. |
She said she’s a vegan but she ate my meat. |
Bitch knows I get paid like it ain’t no thing. |
When Salt The Wound is in the room we bruise the fallopian tubes. |
Treat 'em rough to get the muff. |
(We beat 'em up) and filmed it like and 80's snuff. |
It’s sweaty in the club like red hot, I’ve got this ski mask but I’m not in |
Slipknot. |
Got more flatbills than a flock of steamrolled ducks. |
We got our sights on the next pack of Jersey Shore fucks. |
Turn a scene slut into a housewife is more than you can fuckin’handle. |
Your girl been blowin’up my phone. |
Sayin’she wants me to take her to pound town. |
And when this song gets played we get fuckin’paid. |
And when this song gets played we get fuckin’paid. |