Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snow feat. Sean Price (Clean), artist - Sean Price. Album song Snow feat. Sean Price, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.12.2010
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Snow feat. Sean Price (Clean) |
Oh shit, oh shit! |
Yo look outside son |
You see that? |
Damn son, it’s comin' down right? |
Ok |
Let’s go |
Yeah, yeah |
You played the art of war like a chess champ |
The wrestler’s camp, let’s give the man a hand |
He used to go hand to hand by the gram |
Take a brick and then grind it to sand |
Baby girl, my 45. don’t jam, Al Pacino wit a tan |
Ghetto Casino, rollin' c-lo wit Vito |
For nothing under a c-note, nigga, we still reppin' the East Coast |
Reaching for toast like TV remotes |
Spray cans where graffiti is wrote |
And where the media promotes so I appear like a genie in smoke |
And for me it’s so easy to boast, even when I’m greasy & broke |
In a pea coat |
And this beat here’s good as meatloaf |
Better yet a pot roast |
Gettin' block close, if niggas need dope |
The hits out, better you then me first |
Nigga do your research, you’ll be six feet beneath dirt |
Promise you this much, I’m out for the big bucks, Mr. Big Stuff, |
get your shit touched |
Keep the 45th tucked, nigga kiss butt |
Whip a Benz truck, siippin' juice from a pimp’s cup, huh |
This is money rap, run a hundred & twenty laps |
On the track, it’s a money wrap |
Blat! |
Brothers scat, do some jumping jacks |
Brothers put out a buncha crap |
Now they perfect for tax |
Snow |
Let’s go, finesse the flow |
Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know |
On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough |
Rain… hail… |
Snow |
Let’s go, finesse the flow |
Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know |
On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough |
Rain… hail… |
Snow |
Me and my niggas had dreams of riches |
Bad bitches wit mean figures, keep the green twisted |
Squeeze biscuits, underneath the money green Discus, 2010, hits and mischief |
Juggling Jum’s, bubblegum |
Cum on her tongue, the color of rum, it’s the return of the fly bum, hon |
Maybe it’s just my radiant flesh or the baby tech that wet up a grey GS, yes |
Place your bets, till I get to taste success, rappers to me are just a waste of |
breath |
If they can’t take a threat then pay Flex out the Avirex |
Snakes for pets |
Eat a rat, spit out the head |
Single handedly rip, you and whoever you wit, level and peddle some incredible |
shit |
Run in your kennel once the kettle is lit |
We’ll beat you wit the metal clip, firmly legit |
You Kibbles & Bits, bitch |
Snow |
Let’s go, finesse the flow |
Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know |
On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough |
Rain… hail… |
Snow |
Let’s go, finesse the flow |
Fresh dressed from head to toe, let em' know |
On wit the show, we used to play the corner for dough |
Rain… hail… |
Snow |