Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pnnbll , by - SPARK MASTER TAPE. Release date: 14.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pnnbll |
| Pistol poppin semi automatic in the caddy |
| Keep the patek but i slang it every rapper seem to have it |
| Batting average of a maverick living hazard thats a savage |
| Packin baguettes filled with cannabis |
| Eat em up like sandwiches |
| My lean consumption is somethin causing malfunction |
| And dumb shit can’t even function and functions lookin really funky and drunken |
| Whore aggressive and puffin on sess with a saddle |
| My cousins we test the rest of these bubble chest less then fresh rappers |
| attack and body bag 'em |
| Tag 'em and we hack 'em |
| Weed stay shinin' like jackets from Michael Jackson |
| In practice I practice I’m backwards I’m acrobatic |
| And packing a Mac automatic rapping like (ga)ganja addicts |
| My Advantage? |
| A red dot like Japan has |
| I’m eating salad cause life is about the balance |
| Miami n' emcees is real not DJ Khaleds |
| And its valid cause they valued it the value dis real lavish |
| There you have it |
| My flow just came down the stairs |
| Rewind it 50 seconds you can hear it real clear |
| Hook: F |
| It’s like PNNBLL, PNNBLL and we rollin' away (I don’t wanna fall) |
| The world is a box of glass today (ye, ye) |
| Timber, timber is what they say (watch em fall, watch em fall) |
| You wanna have a dance with god, you may |
| Indy |
| Some people call me indy |
| Some people call me kawch |
| Spark always in the crib I’m forever INDIKKAWCH |
| Better respect the name if it sorted out your mother |
| Wild relocate your soul |
| Six feet deep under your house |
| You know some crews will rise, your crew was headed south |
| You know that when it’s time all the goons equipped to pounce |
| You know we makin' moves, while we smoke on that ounce |
| I stay poppin on this couch, the platoons are scared of grouch |
| Love weed but ain’t got time for Sativa |
| Y’all smoke so you can think clearer |
| If it ain’t Indica, then it ain’t reefer |
| Fuck you and your uppity ass demeanor |
| I’m never flashy cause I ain’t Frank Lucas |
| Can’t trust the streets, cause it’s filled with Medusas |
| This five-seater is packed with insurance |
| In case these motherfuckers wanna test their endurance |
| Hook: F |
| It’s like PNNBLL, PNNBLL and we rollin' away (I don’t wanna fall) |
| The world is a box of glass today (ye, ye) |
| Timber, timber is what they say (watch em fall, watch em fall) |
| You wanna have a dance with god, you may |