[Hook x2: Dom Kennedy] My niggas trying hard to get it We making sure the cars is tinted I'm making sure the broads is with it I hit her with the extra large addiction
[Verse 1: Dom] Clicquot, hope you hoes is all legal I take the most thickest and leave the rest with my people Guns kill niggas and her pussy is lethal Raised in West Philly, her favorite team is the Eagles Got one dog, I think that shit is a beagle She dress like one of them girls at Fred Segal Totally! I just make her buy a bunch of clothes for me Then we go out to eat, I order steak with the rosemary Before we in the house, I be digging in the hosiery She goes for me. I put that on the father and the rosary The older we become, life is just begun You like how that drink taste? Mix it with some pre-cum I hang around millionaires cause I could really be one If you don't understand that, you are really D-umb If you know a nigga real as me, I would like to see one A couple homies locked away, I hope this city free 'em Goin' to the pros, I'm tired of playing D-1 Can't stay in the same place, life is not a re-run I broke out, hit it one time, then I choked out When the plane land, that mean Spitta in here smoked out Tortoise shell frames on, yeah niggas Loc'd out Can't wait to bring the '62 with the spokes out Cause it's all in our reach I be waiting for you nigga, right here On Hennessy Beach
[Verse 2: Curren$y] Now I never had a glass of Hennessy in my life I can't lie... but I did have a shot of XO this morning Shout out for the housewarming gift They sent that over to the crib I didn't drive over here, not drinking and driving Tish brought me... aite...
Sand in my Nike Cortez, beach front home Cause I was stacking and playing the back, all along Niggas is dead over raps gone over songs I'm rolling something Herculean Trees past strong like it gotta be on 'roids, boy Here's another hit, that Barry Bonds Spitta know how to treat a woman, sugar Cut all that lil girl shit out, I'll prove it to ya Versace Medusa, I get Highed up to do my work. I'm a roofer Instead of paying attention you niggas paying Them bitches. That's why you in that position Looking up at the jets, waving bye Straining your eyes cause we satellite high In 1997, I dreamt about riding around in Porsche 911's Now I'm plotting, opening a car lot to sell em My bottom bitch saw it all go down But she never tell it...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
