Metal Lungies Lyrics
| Song | Metal Lungies |
| Artist | Ghostface |
| Artist | Sheek Louch |
| Artist | Styles P |
| Album | The Pretty Toney Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dennis Coles/E. Wilson/D. Styles/Ron Muhammad/Shawn Jacobs | |
| 作曲 : Dennis Coles/E. Wilson/D. Styles/Ron Muhammad/Shawn Jacobs | |
| World premiere, world premiere | |
| What these clown niggas hollerin' | |
| What they need to be hollerin' is, 'There go TheodorePut the ball down, we can't score' They pen dumb shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads You see us comin'? **** that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal', Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you ****ed up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies? See, y'all should've listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth An' someday, death would occur Please, for Ms. Gale's sake an' her seeds Pass the flurry, ain't ****ing around, they knocked to her weave Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' 'bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah Me an' Starks clear projects parks With our '93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches wanna **** me An' put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a ****ing donkey I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die They happier than Marbury home Ya niggas better kill me, my street niggas, feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is on beat as Tweet This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore It's son who fall, with the four-four, niggas like Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' 'bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions From the fiends that smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out I can swear I won't get you no case I'ma make it look like you smoke base An' we don't leave no trace These rap niggas swear that they so safe I don't wanna talk to you, homes, I don't communicate My guns be in my hand, one in my palm An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face With the H.K. 9, I'm the all black hummer Metal lungies'll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick faggot the industry of [Incomprehensible] Shut down the store, bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks An' some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what? Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' 'bout, baby? Real kids spit that shi |
| zuo ci : Dennis Coles E. Wilson D. Styles Ron Muhammad Shawn Jacobs | |
| zuo qu : Dennis Coles E. Wilson D. Styles Ron Muhammad Shawn Jacobs | |
| World premiere, world premiere | |
| What these clown niggas hollerin' | |
| What they need to be hollerin' is, ' There go TheodorePut the ball down, we can' t score' They pen dumb shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads You see us comin'? that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal', Dana Dane' s wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you ed up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see Didn' t Mommy tell y' all niggas to wear clean undies? See, y' all should' ve listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth An' someday, death would occur Please, for Ms. Gale' s sake an' her seeds Pass the flurry, ain' t ing around, they knocked to her weave Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' ' bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit Let' s go, let' s go, let' s go, yo, yeah Me an' Starks clear projects parks With our ' 93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks Niggas think I' m lucky, bitches wanna me An' put me in the tub with them like I' m a rubber ducky I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I' m old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a ing donkey I got heavy chrome, niggas don' t care if you live or die They happier than Marbury home Ya niggas better kill me, my street niggas, feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' ' bout is on beat as Tweet This is Theodore, DBlock, the year adore It' s son who fall, with the fourfour, niggas like Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' ' bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface I don' t sell millions but I get millions From the fiends that smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out I can swear I won' t get you no case I' ma make it look like you smoke base An' we don' t leave no trace These rap niggas swear that they so safe I don' t wanna talk to you, homes, I don' t communicate My guns be in my hand, one in my palm An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face With the H. K. 9, I' m the all black hummer Metal lungies' ll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick faggot the industry of Incomprehensible Shut down the store, bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggas that' ll pump my bricks An' some dust head niggas that' ll dump my clips, what? Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' ' bout, baby? Real kids spit that shi |
| zuò cí : Dennis Coles E. Wilson D. Styles Ron Muhammad Shawn Jacobs | |
| zuò qǔ : Dennis Coles E. Wilson D. Styles Ron Muhammad Shawn Jacobs | |
| World premiere, world premiere | |
| What these clown niggas hollerin' | |
| What they need to be hollerin' is, ' There go TheodorePut the ball down, we can' t score' They pen dumb shit to blackboards, make queens out of whack broads You see us comin'? that Fam shit, just pass off, you bitch Crystal', Dana Dane' s wrapped around your neck Lookin' rich, baow, you ed up now See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see Didn' t Mommy tell y' all niggas to wear clean undies? See, y' all should' ve listened to her She knew her son had a big mouth An' someday, death would occur Please, for Ms. Gale' s sake an' her seeds Pass the flurry, ain' t ing around, they knocked to her weave Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' ' bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit Let' s go, let' s go, let' s go, yo, yeah Me an' Starks clear projects parks With our ' 93 shit, army coat green an' light tan Clarks Niggas think I' m lucky, bitches wanna me An' put me in the tub with them like I' m a rubber ducky I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky I remember faces easy as I tie my laces Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I' m old school like the Iron Monkey My shit powerful enough to lift a ing donkey I got heavy chrome, niggas don' t care if you live or die They happier than Marbury home Ya niggas better kill me, my street niggas, feel me Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet The hard shit you kickin' ' bout is on beat as Tweet This is Theodore, DBlock, the year adore It' s son who fall, with the fourfour, niggas like Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' ' bout, baby? Real kids spit that shit Yeah, nigga, this is Ghost with Ghostface I don' t sell millions but I get millions From the fiends that smoke base Somebody leavin' out with a poked face Tone, burn him an' kick his teeth out I can swear I won' t get you no case I' ma make it look like you smoke base An' we don' t leave no trace These rap niggas swear that they so safe I don' t wanna talk to you, homes, I don' t communicate My guns be in my hand, one in my palm An' I could dial your number like a smile off the face With the H. K. 9, I' m the all black hummer Metal lungies' ll spit the grungiest shit Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick faggot the industry of Incomprehensible Shut down the store, bust my shit I got some hustlin' ass niggas that' ll pump my bricks An' some dust head niggas that' ll dump my clips, what? Uh, oh, word up, this still What you talkin' ' bout, baby? Real kids spit that shi |
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