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    Saafir the Saucee Nomad »

    Saafir the Saucee Nomad Hype Shit текст песни

    Hype Shit

    You like classics well I’ll stock that ass
    Wit a 454 hypo nitro hooked through the trunk
    I’m a flowmaster monk you’ll get smobbed on
    I’ll smoke that ass like skunk. You better
    Rotate them drums locate that hum
    No alignment
    My rhymes remind me of ya suspension
    Off to the left section off the strip.
    Let’s strike a got a 7 deuce mali with sauce
    Brandy wine gloss releighs edelbrock manifold
    Header chrome kit, aluminum tips and I’m
    Assumin he’ll slip and want to race me
    For some scratch. I’ll hook em in and pretend
    My shit ain’t tight. Let him bite then suck his ass
    At the light — red light, smash — green light,
    I lit up a lotta stares, now he wanna fight,
    Nigga swing ya shit, I gets up outta there
    Just me & him on the B & M shift kit from a rich b-,
    You wanna ride, unlock the shicks on tha cock,
    I’m smockin engine blocks overheatin oil level
    Rebels cause I’m rollin in hype shit.

    High speed chase down 280, I’m
    Lookin at my oil gauge &
    It read «you can’t fade me.» I’m floatin
    Through traffic
    Laughin ‘n’ shit but I wasn’t trippin cause I had a gat
    Wit a clip under the seat, then I heard the loud speaker



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