Lyrics Ray Rodriguez – Voice of the Burbs

 
Voice of the Burbs Lyrics – Ray Rodriguez

Singer: Ray Rodriguez
Title: Voice of the Burbs

Okay
Bad lil’ b#tch with a tommy gun
He’ll run if i tell him sumn’
Put the chrome to his face now he talkin to god like he a nun

Too much hair so i put it in a bun
f#ck on yo’ b#tch while i’m wearing her bonnet
Glocc tell me sumn’ i’m on it
Glocc tell me sumn’ i got it

Get robbed if he flaunt it
Glock 19, .44, hit up yo’ block and go door to door
She twerk on my dick in a bungalow
If it ain’t bso, it’s a no go

Say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
Man, jesus these m#th*rf#ck*rs think i’m playin’
Hold on, let me finish the song
Pull out the drum, make him freeze

Like it’s tag or sumn’
b#tch i ain’t broke, are you dumb, stupid or slow
Hit up ya’ b#tch
And i’m going raw but i ain’t rolling up, i’m pouring up

Mix it with sprite
Taking my last trip for the night
Flex how i want, because i bought it
Give her the dick she don’t know what to do with it, make her retarded

Make her retarded, uh
Make her retarded
Four months later, could not give a f#ck about a hater
f#ck it i said it

f#ck with my bro, i’ll f#ck around and dead it
Because remember the four letters
B-l to the i-x
These bullet don’t discriminate the, opposite sex

Always been ’bout money and checks
Til i met this bad lil’ b#tch
In bed, i talk to her in spanish
Later that became her fetish

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since then i’ve seen her with mexicans that look real mean
Talking bout mid fade with the slick back
Playing games, that’s my knick knack

Playing games like tic tac toe
I can not f#ck with that hoe
Gave her my love, didn’t get sh#t back
Smoke her like a camel pack

I know i’m toxic, don’t ask
But i really do hate that b#tch
Maybe it’s because that ghetto sass
Or maybe its a-

Hold up
Damn that sh#t was gas
Okay
Bad lil’ b#tch with a tommy gun

He’ll run if i tell him sumn’
Put the chrome to his face now he talkin to god like he a nun
Too much hair so i put it in a bun
f#ck on yo’ b#tch while i’m wearing her bonnet

Glocc tell me sumn’ i’m on it
Glocc tell me sumn’ i got it
Get robbed if he flaunt it
Glock 19, .44, hit up yo’ block and go door to door

She twerk on my dick in a bungalow
If it ain’t bso, it’s a no go
Say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
Man, jesus these m#th*rf#ck*rs think i’m playin’

Hold on, let me finish the song
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Voice of the Burbs – Terjemahan / Translation

Oke
Bad lil’ b#tch with a tommy gun
He’ll run if i tell him sumn’
Put the chrome to his face now he talkin to god like he a nun

Too much hair so i put it in a bun
f#ck on yo’ b#tch while i’m wearing her bonnet
Glocc tell me sumn’ i’m on it
Glocc tell me sumn’ i got it

Get robbed if he flaunt it
Glock 19, .44, hit up yo’ block and go door to door
She twerk on my dick in a bungalow
If it ain’t bso, it’s a no go

Say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
Man, jesus these m#th*rf#ck*rs think i’m playin’
Hold on, let me finish the song
Pull out the drum, make him freeze

Like it’s tag or sumn’
b#tch i ain’t broke, are you dumb, stupid or slow
Hit up ya’ b#tch
And i’m going raw but i ain’t rolling up, i’m pouring up

Mix it with sprite
Taking my last trip for the night
Flex how i want, because i bought it
Give her the dick she don’t know what to do with it, make her retarded

Make her retarded, uh
Make her retarded
Four months later, could not give a f#ck about a hater
f#ck it i said it

f#ck with my bro, i’ll f#ck around and dead it
Because remember the four letters
B-l to the i-x
These bullet don’t discriminate the, opposite sex

Always been ’bout money and checks
Til i met this bad lil’ b#tch
In bed, i talk to her in spanish
Later that became her fetish

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ever since then i’ve seen her with mexicans that look real mean
Talking bout mid fade with the slick back
Playing games, that’s my knick knack

Playing games like tic tac toe
I can not f#ck with that hoe
Gave her my love, didn’t get sh#t back
Smoke her like a camel pack

I know i’m toxic, don’t ask
But i really do hate that b#tch
Maybe it’s because that ghetto sass
Or maybe its a-

Tahan
Damn that sh#t was gas
Oke
Bad lil’ b#tch with a tommy gun

He’ll run if i tell him sumn’
Put the chrome to his face now he talkin to god like he a nun
Too much hair so i put it in a bun
f#ck on yo’ b#tch while i’m wearing her bonnet

Glocc tell me sumn’ i’m on it
Glocc tell me sumn’ i got it
Get robbed if he flaunt it
Glock 19, .44, hit up yo’ block and go door to door

She twerk on my dick in a bungalow
If it ain’t bso, it’s a no go
Say you tote them bangers but you run errands for the real gangsters
Man, jesus these m#th*rf#ck*rs think i’m playin’

Hold on, let me finish the song
Find more lyrics at indolirik.jspinyin.net

Lyrics Ray Rodriguez – Voice of the Burbs

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