Lyrics:
ersten Blick
Siehst du uns im Benz fahren, Drive-by, du bist gefickt
Ich häng' ab mit Ghetto-Chicks, deine Bitch, meine Bitch
Wir hustlen Tag und Nacht,
they love to hate
Hate that they love, with too much street drama
To be in somebody's club, so I'm cautious
'cause I know shit that get funky, just
It's like I roll up in the club on a Friday
Got my girls fuel-ed up and on the runway
Looking hot,gel-ed up like
Do Get up get up we all here
my body is fake
I don't need no surprises today
By myself like, "Who got me today?"
By myself, so I ride with that K
I can't let 'em fuck up my
I seen you walking by looking fly
And I just had to say something much greater than Hi
I swoop in with some polished lines
Disguised a captivated
got no feelings
Eat that one like dessert
Fuckin on my previous
Hated by my teachers
She said she sick of her new man
She wanna run it
I wouldnt wanna
to get by, she get the baller, the athlete
the model, the actor, director, the agent, producer, the rapper
and other niggaz like you that keep her die for
zrobiło mi kiedyś z głową to
I umiem ich przekonać by w to ładowali flotę
Lubię otaczać się ciepłem i sterować kolorami
Duże przestrzenie i wnętrze estetyka
gonna take the crown right now
When I peep my mic hunger you should urinate in ya pants
How can you battle me you get crushed by little ants
You biting
to evacuate)
It's Amicella
I did what they said that I couldn't
I'm stirring the pot I'm not cooking
They coming like two by two, bars hit like a four by
di pussy dem
Watch di ticker
In a kicker
Par wid a friend
Browing by me side
Me no beg no friend
Quick fi take your life
If it have fi end
Give mi di
wit bro
cnd people that was always talkin crazy turned to ghost
cnd we might not have a yacht club but this ain't no lil boat
Let me pass this shit
Ihr Eintagsfliegen
Wenn ich euch seh', gibt es Drive-By vorbeifahren, schießen
Und ich trete auf deinen Lackschuh
Und bewege jetzt den Abzug, yeah
the plate
And if they play them games
She just gone straight away
From day to day, she's being chased
By the illest boys
She don't need no Curious George
She
will get costly like private shows at strip clubs
Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you,
Cause that's a fantasy like anal sex with Eliza Dushku
still I get back, in the back of the truck if the club try to frisk me
I get so high just like I'm a hippy
Back in the '60s, percs got me trippy
I did
items
just a warning to you tough guys enough with the lies turning out to be stone cold snitches and spy’s
Get riches get by eating off the pie in
roku jak lycra
Kiedy wchodzę to nagrać to zawsze na pełnej tak jak Edward Norton i „Fight Club"
Nie wiem co mówią do dziś 3/4 mi się na maksa podoba
on the truck, by the way my name is Luck
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 3 Lady Luck & Ms. Jade]
Yo yo yo, it just don't get no better, no hotter
No momma can touch, fuck
arranged
didn't want to mess up the withdrew
caught by the feds the put em in chains
wot on my mind you dont have a clue
figure it out I wount explain
put the weed down
But I love that Mary Jane and by this time she love me now
I walk in the bank smelling like the Za pack, got them raising they
would catch your ass
I ain't really look for nothing unless they all in, Never see me with a girl, that's at the club all night
You can slap me in
beat and boxed like Doug E.
You lucky I shot my last slug in a club
I'm Alizé and Hennessy in reverse, I got a passion for killin thugs
You're askin for
y'all want us to fall, and hit the wall
it'll only take a minute, an see I gets the bomb tree
Beats By the Pound shit, it sound sick, rolex, and baguettes
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