Butcher Brown - Gum In My Mouth

Текст песни

Everyday I go hard while you stay soft like peaches
(stay soft like peaches)
Fill that quota shit, the soul is on them beaches
Hold up
(I had gum in my mouth)
I got gum in my mouth they can’t see shit
If I’m to me I’m leaving
Got the whip in the traffic I’m weaving
Yo they handed it to me not even
I be grinding like every season
It’s so automatic ain’t no reason
Step into my office have a seat and
Take it back to whatchu needing
Take a couple racks for your trouble
Ones slide into the gang
Get a bag of chicken wings and some brown water for your hang
Fucking up the road of Virginia sound, Butcher Brown we bang
Wise woman once told me «Nigga you gotta sing»
International, we be starting fires like '96 and yeah that’s factual
Seven and eleven on the dice that’s why we piping you
I can do what you can that’s the shit
Til the top never slip fall off when the clock tick tock
And I’m never ready when the album drop
Have my bag ready when I pull up out front
Evil Knivel is how we stunt
Mind on the grind for what you want
MT with the fire and the flame, don’t front
Does anybody really know the meaning
It’s Tennishu and Butcher Brown for all you wild heathens