Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hammer Time, artist - Young Dro. Album song High Times, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
Hammer Time |
Uh, uh, Hustle Gang nigga |
Fuck you sayin' fool |
No rappin' ass nigga, man we da south man! |
We don’t care nothing bout dat shit coming out your mouth! |
Swag Bitch! |
Three, this shit dope |
Bitch I’m hot but the whip cold |
(These bitches talkin' bout they Limber |
Got these bitches in Limbo) they limber |
And got the bitches in Lambo |
Money real long bitch limo |
Whoop a nigga ass like Kimbo |
Hold up where the muthafuckin' hood at (where the hood at ?) |
I do this shit with my kinfolk |
This shit cold, slow nigga down move the blitz slow |
They don’t see a nigga cause the tint tho |
I’m lookin' for a mothafuckin' nympho |
Bricks in the goddamn Pinto |
You want a couple those get the info |
Break down dimes look like like mentos |
If the shoes ain’t a grand, we don’t get those |
Uh, hurry up nigga this the last ki |
They don’t know where the fiberglass safe at |
To get in that bitch you need a glass key |
I’m ballin' like a mothafuckin' athlete |
These niggas can’t rap if you ask me |
Check the alphabet nigga I’m the last «G» |
Usain Bolt can’t catch me ! |
Boat motor chevy can’t pass me |
Pink berry Mollie bitch rasby |
If a nigga think he better I forgive him |
«Dro spit like Pac» nigga begged him |
NYC nigga feel him |
3Krazy flow imma get him |
I don’t need a bulletproof vest |
I took a .45 'till the stomach can' kill him ! |
Young Dro ! |
Three, I’m Gucci, ATL nigga eat sushi |
$ 5000 Yorkie named Poochie |
I don’t want your bitch, I want coochie |
On the yacht boat nigga I’m the crew chief |
Sick flow bitch you gotta sue me |
If a 30 year old bitch wanna do me |
She gotta put 30 inches on a Dually |
My bitch ain’t black she persian |
Got a cashmere drop top Burban |
I’m ghetto ass nigga you suburvin' |
Got waves in my hand, I’m surfin' |
Al Qaeda nigga with the turban |
Got 20 bricks in the excursion |
I’m a kush nigga, you can keep «purpin» |
This sac get low i’m lurkin' |
Ride on a Bentley Green and white Bobby and Whitney |
Popping they kidney, way blacker than Poitier Sidney |
Detroit what up doe |
Got Cartier with me |
Got weight you wanna lif' it got 20 blocks with me |
I’m trill tho, flow lyrics up in your earlobe |
5 shots hop out 'n' the k in your ribs tho |
Nigga know I’m gangsta cause I’m up in they grill tho |
I kill all ya’ll; |
after that, kill more |
After Louis, I kill em in the premium denim |
You medium, nigga |
I make you be obedient nigga |
I got flavor, check out my ingredients nigga |
I get higher than a balloon with helium in it |
I’m really a menace |
Rush a ho like Willie McGinest |
I’m really committed to fuckin with the richest of bitches |
I’m itching for digits |
I’m part way pimpin efficient |
Bitches see the Chevrolet and get to winking and wishing |
Hey (?) with the rocks on you can get popped on |
Light yellow Chevy the color of popcorn |
My bitch wrap me, I got the façon |
Drop in the mirror imma gettin' my floss on |
Hands-free phone I’m gettin' my talk on |
I gotta spit heart, cause my nigga Pac gone |
If I ain’t gettin money then nigga you bought wrong |
When your broad callin the house but nigga I’m not home |