Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old English, artist - Salva. Album song Peacemaker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Peacemaker
Song language: English
Old English |
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly |
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody |
Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it |
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets |
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins |
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins |
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins |
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins |
Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, eww |
I get off the work and let the j’s snout the scale |
My bitch ride slow with the yay like she get L’s |
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef |
Had a little soda, put the tan on it |
I got the shit for my L O and my shawty want it |
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me |
And the front of the Mazzi look like a fork don’t it? |
Let it breathe |
I’m not no rat but Young Thugger be chasing cheese |
I want the M’s and I’m not talking Micky D’s |
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese |
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly |
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody |
Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it |
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets |
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins |
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins |
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins |
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins |
Slammin' with my youngin’s, couple hundred onions |
Breaking down them 20's what you need, we got it for you |
Chop a chicken down, them chicken nuggets for my Cutlass |
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiato’s on that motherfucker |
Gangsta Gibbs ho' |
Fresh up off the powder pan, so low on the '94 |
Bitch, I want that powder bag, geekers do that zombie walk |
Bitch, I let the chopper talk |
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks |
Ch-ch-chop 'em off like Tomahawks |
Eight thousand capsules of molly |
Yeah, selling dope, and robbing, momma I dropped out of college |
Yeah, jumped off on this rap shit, I’ve been one hundred solid |
Yeah, police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body |
Old English, 800 capsules of Molly |
Just be very still, I ain’t gonna hurt anybody |
Hell nah, I ain’t Twelve, but if I like it I cop it |
I met papi and he said he good at uploading wallets |
Catch me ridin' with them slimes, them my youngins |
Catch me boolin' with them slimes, them my youngins |
I be sliming with them slimes cause they my youngins |
Catch me sliding with the slimes cause them my youngins |
One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle |
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo |
With a cutie espanol, she had a booty like J-Lo |
She had on leggings and sandals, you’ve been trapped in the bando |
She has to trap in the bando, 'cause her momma got cancer |
She can’t work in the states because her green papers ain’t legal |
Fuck Obama un peso, she be like grande un peso, push the molly un peso |
So she can feed her abuelo, she refuse to just settle |
On them shoes with them red soles |
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that depot |
She can’t lose she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Nepo |
Meanwhile I could be ruler, and ride the streets on my Benzo |
So, can she get molly, so bicurious off her friends though |
Cause I’m feeling birdy like nerdy but he be after the bando |
She pop 30's for Birdy, now Birdy’s up to her head tho' |
Hold on I think I see Birdy, and Birdy killed my Cuban ho… |