Verse One:
Lighting up the cosmos Chilling with the sanchos Counting all this cash that I'm making over samples Born in England, raised in a dungeon Raised up in chains and I'm mentally abandoned Now I'm drinkin' liquor, getting' sicker, shooting canons Driving round in a 'rari or a phantom Boys countin' cash but I told 'em stop counting Just let it pour in like a motherfucking fountain V and G bitch, no need for pronouncing Hard road ahead but we gotta climb the mountain Feelin' real good cuz the gods keep me grounded Tryin' to stay on the low but I'm always getting' hounded In the hood with your bitch and she's probably gettin' pounded Pussy real good dawg you must've been astounded You never broke up, but yet she rebounded But don't be surprised and stop looking dumfounded
Chorus:
Blazing the reefa, smokin' up the cheeba Lookin' round town for a fly mamasita 'Squalay' We bangin' through the speakers These kids on the streets as rappers we they teachers
Verse Two:
I'll change this game, while you stay the same Kush in the blunt, no detox man Lookin' at my watch, we the re-up gang And if you flauntin' round your money dawg we'll steal those chains Studied the fog of war, and slanged that cane And if a girl calls me up I will bang that dame Word up to Kamilson, tryin' to make a million Pounds of this shit and I love the fuckin' feeling Taking off in a plane, hear the wheels squealin' Got the money now so theres no need for stealin' Girls looking at me like I make half a billion T Dot O and we always drug dealin' Murder was the case still I feel these wounds healin' Burner on my waste now no need for concealin'
Verse Three:
Freakin' on a bitch while we tryin' to get rich But there's more to this world than this thug life shit Get drunk like these bitches at the back When I dance with 'em on the floor give 'em heart attacks And hold that, drink as I roll that Cuz most cats runnin' round with fur on they backs Think they pimpin', but no dawg We gettin dough like homer simpson Skate low with some broads at the Hilton When we come to your town we'll burn down the buildings So dawg, I suggest you hide your wives and children Appealing to the masses, and the millions Spicin' up now dawg call me Sicilian Not Italian but I ain't shy to killin' Fuck with my crew see these gats fuckin' spillin' Only takes one shot to drill in, leave your body chillin Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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