Marrock - Бонг
текст песни

Smells like dirt
Smells like love
Smells like a bitch
Smells like a blunt
I’ve got a thirst like it’s prom night
I rip the bow right off her
Like a total psycho freak
This bitch is a drug
Let's seal the deal
And the bud starts to burn
I just need a bong
Need a bong
Need a bong
She just needs a screw
Needs a screw, a screw
Needs my screw
Just need a bong
Need a bong
Need a bong
She just needs a screw
Needs a screw
Needs my screw
I don't give a damn what you think of me
Or what the homies think
What have I done for the music?
Man, for the music, I'm a god, oh
You’ve been fucking around with this "dirt" game too long
Daddy only fucks you once
The ones who talked the most shit
Get wrapped up in a rug, homie
Oh shit
They only shoot bullets from behind their screens
Damn
A real gangsta's Glock is always on "spam"
Yeeeah
Where are the shooters they buried?
What?
I scammed those bitches—but only like Panin would
Pfft
In their tracks, they're all "Glock, Glock, Glock"
But two slaps to the face and it's "wah, wah, wah"
We don't snitch to the cops—not a damn thing, ever
But later, in their statements: "wah, wah, wah"
I don't give a fuck how much cash is on my card
Got plenty of chicks, but not one put out
Did I just yell: "Do gays carry guns?" They all go "click-clack" in unison
I just need a bong
You just need a dick
And I’ve got mine right here
Bring some weed along
We’re two halves of a whole
Like drift and phonk
Like Cheech and Chong
Spin around 'til you start to smoke, baby
I want more
I woke up and downed four—
But not in *that* sense
We’re not in *that* kind of smoke
My bro lost millions on weed
It’s the bullshit posturing that keeps us from being truly cool
The RuRuGang is always free—I’m like a biker
I’ll take the whole bank, bitch, and your whole stash too
You’ve got the receipts right there in your hands
Come on, hand 'em over
I wanna feel 'em
To hell with your tall tales
With you, it’s "Coca"—but not the girl named Klava
With us, it’s "Garik"—but not the comedian Kharlamov
With us, there’s "Crocodile"—but we ain't cookin' up smack
I’m vouching for Rem Digga, man
Bong
I just need one
I just need a bong
Need a bong
Need a bong
She just needs a bolt
Needs a bolt
Needs *my* bolt
Just need a bong
Need a bong
Need a bong
She just needs a bolt
Needs a bolt
Needs *my* bolt