Lincoln (Explicit Album Version)
The Internet"Lincoln (Explicit Album Version)" ist ein Song von The Internet, 2011, Pop. Der Song dauert 1:34, 34 lines / 213 words.
Songtext
0:00Lincoln - The Internet
0:04I was rollin' through the ghetto
0:09In my Lincoln Continental
0:14Blowin' Kush smoke out the window
0:19What you think my windows tint for
0:32It go drastic
0:32Measures in a tale so tragic
0:34Follow formula 64 as you trail my tracks
0:36B**ch there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point
0:39Pretty b**ches with gold grills just to hold my joints
0:42I make 'em plead
0:43As the director says scene
0:44New words don't say my name
0:46I just make 'em say king
0:48Four rings on that motherf**kin' wood grain wheel
0:50Raw I'm Johnny Law but you should check my appeal
0:53Once upon a time not too far back
0:55There was a young wolf pack
0:57That grew up in a lack
0:58Syd left King
0:59And Ace played Black Jack
1:00B**ches be talkin' sh*t
1:02That's how you end up smacked
1:03I'm after chips
1:04And if we eating then I'm after your b**ch
1:06Ain't no cost just pimpin' player
1:07You should be after the risk
1:09We winnin' like there ain't no other way to play the game
1:11All I hang around is zeros
1:12Figure my checks should look the same
1:18I was rollin' through the ghetto
1:23In my Lincoln Continental
1:29Blowin' Kush smoke out the window
1:34What you think my windows tint fo'
Lincoln - The Internet I was rollin' through the ghetto In my Lincoln Continental Blowin' Kush smoke out the window What you think my windows tint for It go drastic Measures in a tale so tragic Follow formula 64 as you trail my tracks B**ch there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point Pretty b**ches with gold grills just to hold my joints I make 'em plead As the director says scene New words don't say my name I just make 'em say king Four rings on that motherf**kin' wood grain wheel Raw I'm Johnny Law but you should check my appeal Once upon a time not too far back There was a young wolf pack That grew up in a lack Syd left King And Ace played Black Jack B**ches be talkin' sh*t That's how you end up smacked I'm after chips And if we eating then I'm after your b**ch Ain't no cost just pimpin' player You should be after the risk We winnin' like there ain't no other way to play the game All I hang around is zeros Figure my checks should look the same I was rollin' through the ghetto In my Lincoln Continental Blowin' Kush smoke out the window What you think my windows tint fo'
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