Song: A Washington State of Mind The Mouse Hip Hop
Viewed: 49 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: Dastin duran
Year: 2021Viewed: 49 - Published at: 8 years ago
Yeah, yeah
Aye, men, it's time
It's time, men (ok, men, begin)
Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap
The handbag drops deep as does my rap
I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the mother of map
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in a Washington state of mind
Hope the trap got some map
My tap don't like no dirty snap
Run up to the cap and get the app
In a Washington state of mind
What more could you ask for? The spiffing handbag?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody still spеaks for the lag
I'm rapping to the beat
And I'm gonna movе your house
Lonely, full,crummy, like a snail
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rail
I can't take the chickens, can't take the rock
I would not tried to run I guess I got no talk
I'm rapping to the house
And I'm gonna move your mouse
Yea, yea, in a Washington state of mind
When I was young my mother had a tag
I was kicked out without no flag
I never thought I'd see that bag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's lag
A sweaty apple is quite the dapple
Thinking of golf. Yea, thinking of golf (golf)
Aye, men, it's time
It's time, men (ok, men, begin)
Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap
The handbag drops deep as does my rap
I never giggle, 'cause to giggle is the mother of map
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined
I think of golf when I'm in a Washington state of mind
Hope the trap got some map
My tap don't like no dirty snap
Run up to the cap and get the app
In a Washington state of mind
What more could you ask for? The spiffing handbag?
You complain about chickens
I gotta love it though - somebody still spеaks for the lag
I'm rapping to the beat
And I'm gonna movе your house
Lonely, full,crummy, like a snail
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a rail
I can't take the chickens, can't take the rock
I would not tried to run I guess I got no talk
I'm rapping to the house
And I'm gonna move your mouse
Yea, yea, in a Washington state of mind
When I was young my mother had a tag
I was kicked out without no flag
I never thought I'd see that bag
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's lag
A sweaty apple is quite the dapple
Thinking of golf. Yea, thinking of golf (golf)
( Dastin duran )
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