Lyrics:
fight!!!
Lock the doors, turn off the lights,
Remove all your clothes!!!
By:
::..Sergio Ramirez..:: a.k.a Glassjaw-Sparta
And you don't want to look much closer
'Cause your afraid to find out all this hope
You had sent into the sky by now had crashed
And it did
Because
prevail
I buy my gold by the pennyweight scale
On Thursday I got a check in the mail
I bought a solid gold 500 S-E-L
I tour the world, my fortune untold
this a rich-ass life
Self-scan hit for 5K, this a rich-ass swipe
Off White Virgil Jordan 1s
These some rich-ass Nikes
If we catch dawg in left field
Get
Griselda ayo
Ayo ayo
I'm tryna put on for my city, Lord
Machine gun tatted on my titty, Lord
Spray the K like it's graffiti, Lord (Grr)
So many fuck
to a lot of G's
I'm poppin' P's
'bout to pour up a lot of lean
I'm in the condo by myself
With a lot of sleeves
I'm hearin' funny voices in here
But the chop
the club
Unless the blicky by me
If I tell her what her friend did
This bitch gon' fight me
Nike tech on for a week, man
This shit so trifling
I told
(It's Danny G, bitch) ayy, ayy
(Primo Beats on the track) ayy, ayy, ayy
Real Jack Man, twenty-five Pros before ten
Real Scam Man, 25K off four BINs
zmysel
Každý ostal radšej saaam
Vonku svetla zažínaju, myšlienky začínaju
Mesto ma vábi do svojho špinavého objatia
Zabudnuť na to, čo bolo ako by nikdy
righteous
Niggas kiss the ring daily
My throne ain't tampered four and a baby
I stashed the MAC by the Pampers
You know I'm brazy
Balmains with the head
snahu jít k cíli
Vidim jen, že máte potřebu
Těm co jdou dopředu, jakkoli podřezat žíly
Máme víru, kámo, máme výdrž
Sereme na ty co házej špínu
Nemusim
for em
If I catch an opp lacking
Then I'm shottin' on em
I got the ladder watch these
Bullets start climbin' on em
No drive by, I run up and start
T-shirt on some Chrome shit
Unky said he finna work magic
If the stove lit
I just spent 20K on a rose gold kit
Fucked around and made ten off a parlay
Nuts
tote macs don't you?
My brother keep, but no tax on it
I'm in Amiri jeans, sipping act like Corona
You can't chill in the trap, that's the K
Boy you
What up Mr dinkie how you feeling my nigga
Greetings from your next to be the K-IN-G
It's been a second
But I hate the way that I'm feeling G
Still
move around
So these niggas don't know my bidness
Give my brother K my sister P
The work until the finish
Plus I got Columbian connects
To fuck a nigga
invasion
I fill up a nigga, like four cups
Asshole by nature, give no fucks
I kill a nigga dead, no toetrucks
It's me, nigga, don't look tough
Don't take
systém pokud to není sound systém
Pás jede dál pochodem vchod
Řeknu ti skoč
Tak dělej, skákej dokud neřeknou stop
Hop hop hop co děláš jako bys nevěděl
and 30K for the shows
Was runnin' me up a bag, now it's comin' in by the load
I'm a boss bitch I really do make the calls
I'm puttin' up all the points,
feel like mj cus you just got outplayed
Oh hey Yeah I be going ghost MIA
Verse 2:
She got views eyes so precious
24k on my neck my jewelry relentless
conducted by all of my lovely ladies
I promise I ain't budgin', I promise I ain't make it 'til I'm rakin' in
A 100k a month and that ain't nothin'
Half
the mud (yeah)
Shoppin' at boutiques
I'm on Melrose with a ebony who pretty and petite
Fill yo' addy up with plastics that got 10K a piece
Put yo' baby
niggas tryna plead his case
Bro'nem inna killing they want opp pack In that za today
Li kee jus pulled up with that printer scamming that's 10k a day
Don't
runnin my business all by myself
보게 될 거야 me hoppin on Range
yeah
bring that chain on my neck
want my wrist neck on froze
why u act like u ballin'
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