TATTOO INK

TATTOO INK - Get Down Bitches lyrics

rate me

[Bugsy]

I know these bitches wanna fuck as back as we do

So you gotta keep it real trick

[Bugsy]

Alright feel this, lay back in Cal state

That steel grip, incase someone trip can't hesitate

Let me break it down while I bother with these hoes

When I'm in the club homie pack the snub nose

They get out their clothes, I spit the game cold

Fuck the same hoes, ese I got some new ones

Contact the dukes, I'm gangster for life

Motherfuckers wanna step they might lose their lives

I know you ain't tripping, it's a Brown thing ese

Hitting switches, straight clowning

Come on ma, shake that, hit it while I lay back

For real bitch, wait up, let me see what you're made of

[Chorus x2]

Get down, come on bitches

Right now, get down

And show me how

How bad you want this motherfucking dick

[Conejo]

Jaw breaker jaw breaker, dog I'm on the edge

It's getting kind of messy so they called the feds

To wake the spirits, gun fights and all

Ese dropped out of school to put my name on the wall

Not for sale homie, it's just a promo copy

Bitch you don't know my kind cuz your style's too sloppy

Who am I? I'm just Conejo from Los

Ese killer from the West that'll bury your bones

[Bugsy]

Yeah you know, it's all about that dough

West Coast players in this canton

Hit a switch and drop it low

This is Tattoo Ink, these vatos got the game wrong

We can all ball player, just watch who you hate on

[Chorus x2]

[Conejo]

Damn bitches, there best to be no snitches

Cuz the calles get viscious, I'll be digging your ditches

Fuck your weed, homie I'm here for the speed

You fucking mayateros, your personas so weak

It's not a dream that I be pinching your pockets

Got the .45 cal loco spitting them rockets

Now now, settle down you clowns

The Ink be the baddest, we're the shit in your town

What you think, that I won't put a slug in your beam

Your entire fucking crew straight stayed on the scene

I'll do it high, liquid acid and thai

I liquidate your stash and bankroll my supply

As for the rest, you OG's ain't young

Don't get in my path cuz I ain't playing with guns

The Devil's playground is where I met my dogs

Dog fuck these bitches, dope fiends got blown

[Chorus x2]

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