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Paroles de Dock Traffic (feat. Toast)

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Paroles de la chanson Dock Traffic (feat. Toast) par P Doc lyrics officiel

Dock Traffic (feat. Toast) est une chanson en Anglais

This one for the streets
My peeps they tend to squeeze
With a fanbase overseas
This industry under siege, capisce?
Yeah
And you rolling with a heathen
Hooligang season
Make these mother fuckers quick to stop they're breathing
Never need a reason until the beef is in the seasoning
Best believe that verbal weapons had them leaving now we eating
I'm still producing amidst the melee
Riding with some folks who turn some soap into a payday
Grade A
Rolling up some quads on the daily
They be coming out their words daily trying to frame me
Still I
See the game from new perspectives
If you say my name respect it
Get the fuck up out my section, peel
And if you come up to my spot yeah you know the drill
Come and terrorize your plot and you know I will
Roasting every single beat and the lyrics kill
Shits about to pop on every block yeah you know the deal
And I pull it out the vacuum seal
Rappers they Instagram they pussy
But they acting real
And I got mad appeal
Take me five minutes to touch it
You gotta ask the deal
Studio's my office now
It’s also where I cock her down
Flew it in from out of town
Came long way from hand me downs
They say that our economy’s crashing
But they still getting stoned
A lot of feins is putting down poppers
And picking up the snow
Dead of August
So much white you’d want the plows to salt the roads
I'll take you to a field in Parry Sound
Where it's been over grown
Since early 90’s moving this chronic
Is all I’ve ever known
Working HVAC in the summer
But man the cash is slow
I might fuck an OZ up this week
And stretch my money long
I came through the door with my duffle
Like honey I’m home
No zooming out you gotta see the options
Calling up my plug he in the trap like it’s Felix Potvin
Don’t ever knock at the door
That’s the getaway signal
I never fucked with the blow
I was cool with the endo
I wrap it up so the dogs don’t get the scent
So we can mail it then they send me the wire transfer when it land
All part of the plan
Get this rapping off of the ground
Hooligang seven hundred and five
We silent smoking loud
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Auteurs: John Liscoumb, P Doc, Patrick Docherty
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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