Pozostali/2 Chainz/Halo Letter From My Unborn Son (feat. Heaven Harmony)
It's going down if I say so I come to raise hell, call me Halo I'm growing up I'll be out in a couple months See right now I'm hanging out in my mama front Oh dad, I heard you used to like sports, yeah? Used to keep money in a sports bag Heaven said you ain't be home in some weeks, nigga Don't go starting that shit with me, nigga By the time I get bigger I need a father figure Someone to lean on Sipping lean with your team, [?] big screen on you You looking like a fiend, ho You rap about triple beams only In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong Fuck you, nigga
And Harmony know I'm coming She would no longer be the youngest She keep kicking mama in the stomach I'm gon kick your ass when I get there You know sibling rivalry, it's all love We'll all fight and then all hug Like damn daddy got a ball court I'm like damn daddy got a four wheeler Damn daddy got a sports car Damn daddy been wanting a lil nigga We got enough land to find Sasquatch Damn mommy, daddy making money What the hell you complaining about? So what if he was fucking with girls As long as he don't even bring them hoes to the house Heaven straight, Harmony cool I can't wait to get my own room I can't wait till home room I can't wait I'll be home soon like I can't wait to meet them, can't wait to meet them I gotta hug now mom Gotta hug GGG, get babysitted by nannaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
