Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Through the Mail, artist - Stitches. Album song Cocaine Holiday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stitches
Song language: English
Through the Mail |
I’m pouring up a pint, I’m smokin' on that kush |
Whippin' up cocaine, bitch I’m about to cook |
You wanna sell drugs, follow my foot steps |
Then you’ll receive cocaine at your door step |
Through the mail (x9) |
I get cocaine through the mail |
I’m whippin' that dope in the kitchen |
Bitch you know that I’m sellin' them pigeons |
Bitch you know that I’m servin' them chickens |
They hatin' on me because they know Im winnin' |
Cocaine bitch, it made me |
Mom gave birth to a drug dealin' baby |
I can’t sell to you if you a pussy |
If you a real one we could cook up a cookie |
Drug lord, I am when it comes to the mail |
Im the man, I can put them kilos in your hand |
Don’t try to go stunt postin' on the 'gram |
Feds watchin', all day |
I’ve been sellin' drugs, all day |
Sendin' bricks through the mail, all day |
Stay true to the game, I’m one way |
Through the mail (x2) |
Through the mail |
I get cocaine through the mail |
I’m pouring up a pint, I’m smokin' on that kush |
Whippin' up cocaine, bitch I’m about to cook |
You wanna sell drugs, follow my foot steps |
Then you’ll receive cocaine at your door step |
Through the mail (x9) |
I get cocaine through the mail |
Im sendin' bricks through the mail |
If I go to jail, no bail |
Still flippin' bricks, and that sell |
While I make a call on my cell |
Cocaine is one hell of a drug |
Take a bump of mine’s, and you fall in love |
I only sell bricks, I don’t sell dubs |
And I don’t sell dope to no scrubs |
Re-write, that’s you |
Rippin' off your custo’s ain’t cool |
You should come to my drug dealer school |
It’s time for you to stop actin' like a fool! |
Through the mail (x2) |
Through the mail |
I get cocaine through the mail |
I’m pouring up a pint, I’m smokin' on that kush |
Whippin' up cocaine, bitch I’m about to cook |
You wanna sell drugs, follow my foot steps |
Then you’ll receive cocaine at your door step |
Through the mail (x9) |
I get cocaine through the mail |