
Satta Greentea Peng
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[Intro]
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city (Satta vibrations)
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city (Satta vibrations)
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city (Satta vibrations)
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
[Chorus]
Things are gettin' buck-wild
No signs of shit slowin' down
Me and my peoples movin' underground
Inna Earth, Lord's children
We keep it satta, satta
Things are gettin' buck-wild (Satta)
No signs of shit slowin' down (Down)
Me and my peoples movin' underground (Ground)
Inna Earth, Lord's children
We keep it satta
[Verse 1]
Tap-tap, roll the souls through the city
Head down, skippin' cracks, I keep a posture with me
Big coat, but we still come pretty
Mad-hatter flies high and thе pigeons fly with me
No leavеs on the trees, but the grass be green
A passerby returns in dream state
As a woman cries, sirens arise
Through tempered skies and I'm awake
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city (Satta vibrations)
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city (Satta vibrations)
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city (Satta vibrations)
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
Tap-tap go the souls in the city
[Chorus]
Things are gettin' buck-wild
No signs of shit slowin' down
Me and my peoples movin' underground
Inna Earth, Lord's children
We keep it satta, satta
Things are gettin' buck-wild (Satta)
No signs of shit slowin' down (Down)
Me and my peoples movin' underground (Ground)
Inna Earth, Lord's children
We keep it satta
[Verse 1]
Tap-tap, roll the souls through the city
Head down, skippin' cracks, I keep a posture with me
Big coat, but we still come pretty
Mad-hatter flies high and thе pigeons fly with me
No leavеs on the trees, but the grass be green
A passerby returns in dream state
As a woman cries, sirens arise
Through tempered skies and I'm awake
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