Palina dé Kai funk#funk#alex#borva

Creeping through the frog,in the whip,no sound,Bass hit hard,make the whole block down .Shadows in my review angels in sight Masked up deep,ridin out through the night Chrome on the dash,got the smoke in my lungs 808 kick like the barrel of a gun .I don't talk much ,let the engine rev loud,Cowbell clappin while I ghost through the crowd Eyes low red,got the finein my soul ,Never fold never told ,heart ice cold .Ride solo ,but the graveyard close if you test me,boy,then it's adiós.Memphis echo,hear the angel in the boot tires screech black morhs in the street Underground kind,no on my dome just a mica blunt on the street I roam