Prevod: Cross. Passion Za Trash.
you can go Down down down baby get down She said you'll never know just what you can do until I show you (Passion for trash) Passion (Passion for trash) Oh passion for trash Trash
your ass, winking at your ass if I dont beg I'll be thinking bout your ass for the whole week no time for cold feet she too bad to pass, so fine I dont
pass the heat Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two
the floor Bitches knees sore, rug burns, broken lamp shades What a party this trash made Is it cool to fuck? (Bitch, whatcha wanna do?) If not, just suck (Dick sold for
van When them peoples come, blow right past, mind your business I don't know nothing, they found his ho in the trash Barbeque wings, blings for my niggas
, embraced Poseidon Discovered ourselves living on an island We flow like water 'cross the lost city Chalk prophecies and washed off graffiti In continents, trade off for
do is lick my lips Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass, if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin
the beat y'all Check it, I'm the one hun if ya checkin' for the rhyme Some for any party turn my hat back then mic check two Ninety three for the time
Aborted by unfettered reason - that candle Both ends burning Collecting trash collecting gold Vampires ego drains and clutches When cross examined by the truth It carves the cross
Yo, goin' out, we light this J up right here For all the hard workin' folk Cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday nine
the door. ain't gonna fix your leaks for you. ain't gonna watch the store. every last string and gut pulled apart and divvied up / my share / trash
'm bout to killem Yeah trash baggin, this is crack And I know you been feenin for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck them placks
Clowns get bust down For now y'all cowards got to play the background I'm the warning of this rap game it's time for lock down [baby stase] God bless
hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T Entire, niggaz collapse and raid the empire Where the stash at? Cryin, he broke, a damn liar Yolk for the smoke, back room
ass, winking at your ass If I don't beg I'll be thinking bout your ass For the whole week no time for cold feet She too bad to pass, so fine I don't speak
is lick my lips Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass, if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin on
hormones racing, praying a for a date on summer vacation Around the time when your body is under renovation You know when nothing really fits? And the girls get bolder, and start looking for
