Pardison Fontaine — Boomerang (Whatchu Been Doin) (Not Supposed To Be Here 2015)
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Boomerang (Whatchu Been Doin) (Not Supposed To Be Here 2015) Pardison Fontaine06:28
Текст песни: Boomerang (Whatchu Been Doin) (Not Supposed To Be Here 2015)
[Intro] Boy watchu been doin’ Boy watchu been doin’, doin’ Boy watchu been doin’, doin’ Boy watchu been doin’, doin’ Boy, boy, boy watch been doin’ [Verse 1] You know how I do Everything that I drop now is that hot new But, I plan on being here for a minute I see these other niggas in the drive-thru Everyday I thank God that I’m not you I wake up and think: “Damn, what you Pac do?” Look, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me ‘Cause I’ll lay a nigga down if I got to Watchu say Fuck I gotta front for Make the phone call, send a couple to your front door (Gagagaga) It ain’t nothing if you want war Believe that, but listen that ain’t what I come for I said I’m baring my soul, showing my heart They come at my neck, they pick at my flaws I slipped I fell I pick up my cross I say: “It happens” We moving like Gods Made it out the hood What are the odds Now I’m in power, broke a 48 laws I record in the crib, in the booth in my drawers They can’t walk in my shoes, shit in my store Talking ‘bout me, they got some [?] Chris and Cliff, bitch I’m a Paul We don’t love these hoes, ‘cause these hoes ain’t know us ‘Less she drop it to the floor, make a round of applause like: Go on make it clap for a nigga Go on make it clap for a nigga Bad bitch, everyone that rap wanna get her 3 bottles of Ace That’s a stack for the liquor ‘Cause I just saw Meek throw 30 And I just wanna fit in I should be happy just to make it to the league, right? Nah, then you won’t even get in Girl, I don’t know who he is, but he sure good looking Got the cops and promoters, both tryna book him Got my niggas and the chef, both of them cooking Fucked 2 bad bitches, told ‘em both good looking Lord I know it’s hard right now My nigga, and I feel for ya The game got’ be mine for a minute, but I might leave it in my wheel for ya Ayy [Chorus] Watchu been doin' Boy, watchu been doin' I’ve been in this club all night Baby, I been in this club all night I told you I was here on business She said: “I’m tryna fuck”, all right Baby, watchu been doin' Look, I’m who it is I’m putting on for the crib Watchu been doin' Thinking ‘bout these hoes that I fucked And all the lives that I’ve ruined Watchu been doin' [Verse 2] What it looking like Remember, I couldn’t get a thousand on a good night Man, I dropped a couple songs It’s the hood life And like that, overnight, it just took flight Now I get paid before I even lay the verse down ‘Cause I body everything I should drive a Hertz around Women pull they panties off, before they put their purchase down Niggas payin’ bread, just to see the boy in person now Niggas, wassup I can see them niggas hurting now Not a DJ, but I can see the table turnin’ now Fuck ‘em all Tell ‘em take a person out First floor Only thing that I’m worried ‘bout Left mama in the crib, turn the [?] now She went to the riverside, just to lay the [?] down Fontaine I’m the nigga that they heard about Wasn’t sure before, but I know that they’re for certain now I read the magazines They overrate niggas Put them in the booth with me and I erase niggas Bunch of dick-riders Man, I hate niggas But I’mma put ‘em in their place I’m a gravedigger I brought the music to ‘em They tried to play niggas Now when the label come around, I’mma rate niggas I’m twice as good, I want double what you pay niggas If you hesitate, I’mma triple it, play with us I said 1.5, they said the boy lost it I want more than more than my forefathers was all offered Cop a oldschool, drive it all awkward Tryna be Paul Wall, pray I don’t get Paul Walker’ed Come in, killing shit like Jamal Crawford These new artists is all garbage and all talkers Fuck ‘em I’m here now, who gon’ stop us Our Father Who are in heaven Hallowed be thy name Hallowed be my [?] Say a hundred Hail Marys while I [?] Still sing Marvin Gaye, while I hold my bitch I’m a old school player, they don’t know ‘bout this Pussy nigga don’t be reaching for no pound ‘Cause you not my man I take pride in my shit Mufasa’s clan Got these niggas jelly, ‘cause I’m who got the jam Shit banging like a two-year old with two pots and pans They say: “Boy you too fly, you got to land” Pardi Fontaine, nigga who hot to damn Bitches throw pussy at me like a boomerang Darling, I’m the new Marcus Graham [Outro]
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