Arms Race (Radio Edit)-Paych3k/Carl Rowan

Arms Race - Paych3k/Carl Rowan Written by：Bryan Cox P c p that the one's We come to f**k Packed with cash got money dick you can suck With some arms place me in the lead And you stuck Paycheck crampage he's in out of luck Crampay can do you like taliban And here I stand right next to pakistan Call me pacman that's what I pacban I'm the stackman moving through the front door Out the back fast Get a backpack or the backdraft Leave you on your back flat Truck at the ram flat cock when I ran that Go ahead and run that with a hundred pounds at Call a fish scale get a million just of the buck sale Heard a fire let it set by direct nail Two attorneys never know when you need bail No fail when the rain flow street hail Cam truck ride train to sell a fast rail Four cadillac crawl like a snails pace Throught the bee in your feet race in your face You thought the girls can't break free in your face You let me strain milkshake freight thru a faith Don't chase misplace baby don't you switch place You've been replace Big disgrace she got it all But she don't got the big face Hide to trace face it's like that I can put more in your waist Turn the ace of spades into a waste of space Come here ma when we look in the thin face P c p that the one's We come to f**k Packed with cash got money dick you can suck With some arms place me in the lead And you stuck Paycheck crampage he's in out of luck Anyway that's just out the game is played You either paid in maid or laid in that grave Keep that reef played from that d*mn played Oh danny boy now you know the pipes played You call and so crown pain came You wanted in you sitting in the card game Turn your bets now you play your best now Loose amounts how do you shout like the rest now F**k sh*t Come correct body check in effect now See you got that but do you got this I saw those I ask you to hold these You can't tell me sh*t you can't find me You wanna find me just rest to d c Wanna sing me drive down my driveway Paid hundred feet away crime pay Give your six to me what your made of For you this place is the deadzone Fourth in one no wins in the endzone Eh you what defence on Or depend whether you friend or foe homes Crush bones have you rocken' those defence homes So stay cool might put a split in you But it's a different kind of lip Moving flip on you Can't breath when my grip on you If you lie let that rip on you P c p that the one's We come to f**k Packed with cash got money dick you can suck With some arms place me in the lead And you stuck Paycheck crampage he's in out of luck P c p that the one's We come to f**k Packed with cash got money dick you can suck With some arms place me in the lead And you stuck Paycheck crampage he's in out of luck