Текст Young Buck – Where You Want Me
Текст:
Verse 1:
To me, I’ll grind all winter
Floss it in the summer
With ice on it 30th the shanties on the hummer
And if it’s dirty I swear to you that I never clean it
I’m in the hood telling youngsters to get their bank up
Bangers they put their hammers down
When they was pop, pop back don’t be just standing around
Last some making ’em think you coming on handing something
Close range, put his brains all over his man and something
Keep dumping straight through his hand then into his pumpkin
It ain’t the same as initiation ’cause I’m a flock ’em
I’m a killer they know me I get gorilla bread
I take the whole banana tree and leave gorillas dead
Hook:
Where you want me
If I’m out in the streets
You holla on the street
Then I’m there on
So where you want me
If I’m at home made up with you
Behind up our bodies
Where do you want me
Now either you go back my play
Or baby go head to bone
Baby where do you want me
Baby make up your mind and tell me
Verse 2:
It used to be late nights with foul depth
If riding about my lonely no papers on the other shit
If they off the cigar willow kush got a feeling bitch
Niggas can’t see the tent but they know I’m blowing
Popping out the coop iced out like you asking more
Supper in my cup making lean and your body frozen
Froze in my sock, keep thin sniffing off their nose
I’m a young nigga and money’s all I know
It’s sitting shotgun posting with the cali crow
I got ’em
Hook:
Where you want me
If I’m out in the streets
You holla on the street
Then I’m there on
So where you want me
If I’m at home made up with you
Behind up our bodies
Where do you want me
Now either you go back my play
Or baby go head to bone
Baby where do you want me
Baby make up your mind and tell me
Verse 3:
The white chicks you see starting damned in wayne
I’m talking 36 pear and soft main
I’m trying to flip her up you know the routine
Hopping out the candy paint and chevy mug mean
Money on my mind grind till the break of dawn
Fifty on the waist don’t make it have to sing a song
I’m the best thing coming fuck what you’ve heard
I’m gonna get it even if I gotta fly this verse
Hook:
Where you want me
If I’m out in the streets
You holla on the street
Then I’m there on
So where you want me
If I’m at home made up with you
Behind up our bodies
Where do you want me
Now either you go back my play
Or baby go head to bone
Baby where do you want me
Baby make up your mind and tell me
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