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lirik lagu this dat beat – kingspade


ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah
ya’ll better turn this one up
ya’ll better bang this sh*t, ya’ll better get ready

ya’ll better bang this sh*t till your trunk pops open (yeah)
and your licenses plate frame sounds broken (what!)
slow cruisin with some goose in my gatorade
no excuses just night on a sat*rday
ride fulla females and they all bomb
upfront, laid back, like the bishop don juan (yea i’m pimp!)
pullin up to the spot, parkin on the gr*ss
you know kingspade clique be runnin last
(aye yo) b*tch *ss get checked you steppin to the vet (uh!)
we been in it for a minute you ain’t even heard sh*t yet
so sit back relax let the track do the work
bob ya head to this sh*t till your neck starts to hurt
if you movin right now (yeah), the beats kinda ill
that kingspade clique, (well) them boys have got skills
d-loc and johnny richter comin up on the creep
in a 66 dumpb*mp bangin down the street

this dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
and everybody knows you comin, b*mpin kingspade
this dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
and everybody knows you comin, b*mpin kingspade

you best react fast, this is a 100 yard dash
(start runnin!), don’t be late, or you’ll be comin in last (oooh!)
the biggest purse goes to those who finish first
and me against you is like a porsche against a he*rs*
you may as well not exist, don’t even pull to the line (back up!),
cause you already lost, the money’s already mine,
it’s best to let it go, do whatever you know,
cause you ain’t nothin but a rookie, dealin with a seasoned pro
i’m a veteran, ain’t no time fo you gentlemen,
trunk b*mpin, vibratin while my b*mpers scr*pin,
bomb chronic joint blazin, hangin, out the window with my elbow,
real low, tryin to holler at this soul, ‘proachin train tracks,
so i hit all the switches, lifted the front and the back,
to avoid all the ditches, didn’t want the clippin,
so i raised up and bounced

this dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
and everybody knows you comin, b*mpin kingspade
this dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
and everybody knows you comin, b*mpin kingspade

running into walls, like a fish in a aquarium
acting like a looney, locked in a cemetarium
i’m goin’ crazy for the feelin’ of b*ss
f*ck smokin crack, give me hits of 808 (c’mon!)
i love it when the track goes
yo mike hit me off with a little more (booooom)
now thats the type of sh*t that make me want to drive
i love b*ss tunes, almost as much as gettin high
i give it up and give it back, kingspade up on the map
d-loc and johnny richter smokin sacks in the back
in the club tryin to dub on this hoe hangin low
cause you know how we do it when we up at a show

this dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
and everybody knows you comin, b*mpin kingspade
this dat beat, that you bang when you rollin down the street
and everybody knows you comin, b*mpin kingspade

you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade
you bangin what? kingspade you bangin who? kingspade


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Disclaimer: lirik lagu this dat beat - kingspade adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.


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