Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gumbo, artist - Stak5Date of issue: 11.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gumbo |
| Mix that flavor with that cash, this what you get, this what you get |
| On with three bitches, two of 'em mixed aye |
| All I wanted, drinkin' coffee, counting cream |
| It’s that cash with that lean, it’s that Tink theme |
| Gumbo Gumbo (Gumbo) |
| Whip it, whip it (Gumbo) |
| Gumbo (Gumbo, Gumbo) |
| Whip it, whip it (Gumbo) |
| I’m C. Wallace, 2Pacalypse Now on every beat |
| Outlaw, above the rim, you feel my pain on every sheet |
| Listen, bitch, I got the juice |
| It ain’t about bread, I’m out the loop |
| Sittin' at these stats, but I’m much taller hoppin' out the coupe |
| Real nigga, I can’t speak it if it’s not the truth |
| Fuck the differences, I’m real in and out the booth |
| Niggas change, same nigga with or without the loot |
| Stiff nigga like Ironman, just without the suit |
| Man I got platinum on with yellow gold |
| An old bitch, a young ho, light skin, dark skin |
| Mix 'em up, gumbo, yellow drink, purple drink |
| Kamikaze combo |
| Menagin' on that molly before I make it to the condo |
| Them bitch bust it open quick, fair and pronto |
| In the bed, giving head to the head honcho |
| Hunch no clock, what it grind, all I got |
| Get Glock, get guap, I’mma shine on top |
| This that gas with that lean |
| Add that water, make that cream |
| Put those stunners with them gunners |
| Gone together, that’s my team |
| Add the molly, take them beans |
| Mix that soda with that cola |
| Break it down, serve a fiend |
| Run it up by any mean |
| Got a porter, we can end it |
| Like Rihanna, come on |
| I’mma put it in the twister |
| Sprung together, gumbo |
| It’s that nigga with my plug |
| Broad day, I don’t give no fuck |
| It’s that money with the gangsta |
| You know that heffe? |
| That’s a thug |
| Betta show respect when you talk to a chef |
| If you want it done right, gotta whip it yoself |
| Fuck up out my kitchen, ain’t needin' the help |
| And if the right get tagged, gotta whip with the left |
| Got my money shoes on, get some chicks in the whip |
| And hey, I’m tryba beat the best, so I’m chasin' myself |
| (I'm tryna beat the best, so I’m chasin' myself) |
| (I'm tryna beat the best, so I’m chasin' myself) |
| I’m on my paper chasing, I’m on high pursuit |
| Both of 'em scrubs, and I ain’t neva wore a doctor suit |
| Operating on these beats like I’m a surgeon |
| Gucci got me fresh as fuck with no detergent |
| A bad here, a bad there, yeah I be splurgin' |
| Fast money, I need it quick, I want it urgent |
| Never had a 95 because it come slow |
| I’m eatin' good as blue crabs up in my gumbo |
| Nevamind me, ain’t tryna intervene |
| I’m just tryna mix that white with that water and that cream |
| Cook up all the chickens, eat up all the strip |
| Mix that fish with them bricks, Chriss Magetta is what you get |