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Max Greger - Текст песни Looking Good
(*talking*)
 Dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum
 Dum-dum dum-dum, da-da-da-da-dum, dum-dum
 On the latest roll with my boy Z-Ro here
 Z-Ro you ready ha, Rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
 You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me
 Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on
 [Z-Ro]
 Three liter big red, got diluted nines fed
 Able to make a bitch, wanna suck my naked head
 I get fly when I wanna, graduated from corners
 I know it tingle, cause your pussy marinated my sauna
 If you capping I ain't tripping, cause I really don't need you
 Prolly say your pussy gon be beat up, and having a seizure
 Overseas vacation, Prime Co. communication
 And radio stations, got us in regular rotation
 Cause the guns unloaded, lot of heads got exploded
 Destined to be the throwdesf, if I'm properly promoted
 Sewed it up like a sweater, financial back or go-getter
 Then through your vest chest, with the talons in my baretta
 Stay one step ahead of, my competition they better
 Fly down from overseas sign down, and get to chumping for cheddar
 26 letters than Ro, if you ain't know now you know
 From Ridgemont 4 to Akapoko, I'm gripping grain in my flame
 [Hook]
 Sunday morning pulling out my bitch, I'm looking good
 Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good
 Doubles breasted tailor made, I'm 'Sacci'd down to the flo'
 And it don't matter, if you step on my wing tipped shoe
 Cause I'ma just go buy me some mo', (what it is what it is)
 [Papa Reu]
 Rolly on me wrist, Sansun me wrist band
 20 inch rims, on me suspension
 Foreign replay, and not forge my stun-a
 Dressed everyday, in the latest fashion look
 Boys the enemy, best respect the man
 Listen to me, know it's rule number one
 No buster ain't right, we told the game planMax Greger - Looking Good - http://ru.motolyrics.com/max-greger/looking-good-lyrics.html
 You do, you better and change the wrist band
 The way me flow, my retaliation
 So listen to me boy understand, understand
 It's a bezeled out wrist, and that I wear everyday
 On the right hand-a, the Presidential Rolly
 And it's crossed off, like a ton of ice on the tray
 And the price start-a, my choice to lose security
 If you don't believe me, ask your old lady
 I know she saw it, from 'Poko miles away
[Hook]
 [Z-Ro]
 Pull up to my bump, as I let it recline
 13's easy five screens, it ain't no fucking with mine
 They think I'm fucking with nine, but I multiplied it by fo'
 It took some time, but I decided to throw my bitch on the 4's
 The bubble-eyed Mazaratti, on a mission to meet Scotty
 With bullets for your body, cause I'm living like Gotti
 Pistol grip and a beam, plus a murdering team
 Cash rule everything me, that there ain't nothing but green
 Jumping in and out of line, moving slow as I wanna
 Smoking reefer bending corners, on 20 inch Yokohama
 Cause these niggaz be hating me, when I be crawling down
 So I'm like Paul Bugsy with a infrared, cause these niggaz be falling down
 Steady yelling out timber, from the first dance January down to the last dance
 December better remember, put a big shell casing up in you
 Make you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.G
 But I gotta get love like the Big Steve, throwed in the game like that P-A-T
[Hook]
 (*talking*)
 Alright, ha-ha
 You know so we keeping it real, yeah
 Southside, Southside ha
 How you mean, Papa Reu, my boy Z-Ro
 You know Rock with another hit
 Ha-ha, you know he here with another hit
 Ha-ha yeah, yeah-yeah















