I run from the west with my heat Finna call up my lil' freak I know she be chargin' these niggas (Charge) 'Cause that lil' pussy not cheap (Yeah) I just went and took off on 'em (Took off on 'em) Ran off with bags and sheesh (Sheesh) Next week it's all, all gone, I know you're proud of me Draco two-tone, still locked in with the mo' Nothin' but a whole bunch of hoes Bustin' and grabbin' my roll (Bustin' it) Poppin' it, poppin' it
Margelia shoes box I woke up and spent me a bag on designer Chanel on her toes, Gucci her pussy, you know that I'm eyein' her I called up my bro then he bring a few sticks, we runnin' the club up Got a bad ass bitch and she ridin' this dick, I just told her to giddy up How could you hate when your figures low? I just dropped ten and left in a Rolls I was just bummy in overalls Now I ain't fuckin' with none of y'all It's only summer, wait for the fall My aunt is watchin', how could I fall? Now if I Jordan, I'm back home Now if I Jordan, I'm back home
Woah, come on Okay, I just been rockin' these shows (Damn) Rackies on me, I got a big load (Let's go) Different time and I'm losing control (Let's go, woo) Losing control (Woo) Different time and I'm losing my focus (Yeah) Niggas said they gotta be jokin', moshpit, leave the shit open (Yeah) Fuck that, they trippin', yeah Amiri, Amiri my denim, yeah Rockstar shit, but I came with some hitters Nigga play that, gon' hit 'em
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (Yeah) Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke (Ooh, baby)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
