J Hus, Mist, Mo Stack, Mostack, J Hus feat. Mo Stack & Mist, J Hus feat. MoStack & Mist - Fisherman текст песни

Two gal on my side, me in the middle
Into her foreign like Lidl
Bad B a caller, a sniggle, yeah she wan' wiggle
I’m a P.I.M.P left her brain in a pickle
Got two gal on my line
One is official, one heard the other one, I think I’m in a pickle
Niggas wanna screw, I just giggle
Remember when I never had a nickel
Now I’m counting money when I fiddle
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can’t stop I’m a busy man, holding fire for hella man
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can’t stop I’m a busy man, holding fire for hella man
My lifes a movie, fuck a cinema
Sorry I won’t be home for dinner ma, put the food in the microwave
I spot a catfish from miles away, dog filter to hide your face
You ain’t a winner your a weiner
Move that girls she’s too inna
Can’t see me, John Cena
She fell in love with a cheater, but she gon' cry if I leave
She keeps calling me, she just wants all of me
I told you stay far from me, I told her stay far from me But she’s like «Nah man I love ya»
But I can’t love a chick cause I’m a hustler
And I’m with Hus and Mist, they wanna touch us But they can’t touch a thing, cause you’re a buster
You won’t buss your ting
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can’t stop I’m a busy man, holding fire for hella man
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can’t stop I’m a busy man, holding fire for hella man
I’m the lengman in the rain
One girl by my side by the name of Lorraine
She complain 'cah all the fishes wanna follow me She know me too well cause she study criminology
I’m all about quality not quantity
Grab the bunda 'cause it’s my property
You can look but don’t touch it please
'Cause I’m the jealous and that bothers me
'Cause man are smoking fat head, like they never told ya Just smoked a fat egg, I’m never sober
Fisherman slash Casanova
Guarantee I get my ting before the dance is over
Before the dance is dun up Real fisherman make stoosh girl get tun up Might roll with the pinga one up Real fisherman please don’t get bun up You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can’t stop I’m a busy man, holding fire for hella man
You see me hop out the minivan
You never see the way I came, looking like a fisherman
I can’t stop I’m a busy man, holding fire for hella man
Two gal on my side, me in the middle
Into her foreign like Lidl
Bad B a caller, a sniggle, yeah she wan' wiggle
I’m a P.I.M.P left her brain in a pickle