Lyrics:
I need tree fiddy bands when I walk thru the door
That promoter got me fucked up
I ain't coming here no mo'
I need tree fiddy bands when I walk thru
or summat bad will take place
Cos I dunno if you didn't know but I'm little known
So promoters booking me aren't guaranteed a ticket sold
Hard sell for them
of town
That's your bitch I control her
Like a controller
Press the button on her
Just might record her
Call up the promoter
The bottles load up
racks
Is what we came for
I need a stack I need a stack
Just to do a show
Tell the promoters tell the promoters
That I'm at the door
I know you notice I
Young nigga coming up straight from the basement
Yes I am a dog bitch I don’t plan on dating
Young nigga catching bodies like my name Jason
Promoters hit
Show promoters wan dull us
Hmm me i wish them success
When we pull up in exotic cars all these niggas wish they know us
I kill a man for gang
I be
And no-one seems to care that fail the promoter's praise
People in the latest fashion shirts and shoes
Dancing 'round to a non-existent groove
And just when
gotta put promoters on the Waiting list
And ion think nobody
Worth dating this
Cause I could make a nigga start Hating this
Fuck these niggas lil baby
the club promoter partition down
Lettin' all these bitches know it's going down
Pop, lock, drop, stop, can you keep it up?
Only takes three drinks for me
the club promoter partition down
Lettin' all these bitches know it's going down
Pop, lock, drop, stop, can you keep it up?
Only takes three drinks for me
the club promoter partition down
Lettin' all these bitches know it's going down
Pop, lock, drop, stop, can you keep it up?
Only takes three drinks for me
the paper keeps callin' like I'm a promoter
Shawty she started off as my lil boo but shit after tonight I might have to promote her
Book me a section I call
SUPERA A SITUAÇÃO
SEM QUERE EU LEMBREI Você
E LEMBRAR O QUE FAZ CHORAR
VOU TE PROMOTER VOU CONTINUAR
TENHO CERTEZA QUE UM DIA A GENTE VAI SE ENCONTRAR
ass promoter's
Better give us what the owe us
Booked us knowing that we smoker's
Than try to charge us for the odor
Mother fuckers free loaders
Man fuck
He's the man that your Blaming
When I pull Bitch I'm always Playing
Don't need no promotion
I am my promoter
Bought ten cars
Skirt around in a moter
Flex
When the thugs them salute yuh see the real sparks
When the cops them arrive promoter peel off
Big song sound string up in a day the dancehall tonight
fuking bot promoter playing with that backend
We gon x him out
Promoter playing with that backend we gone x him out
and I was swerving out
Promoter can't get me up out no racks cause I'm the first to count
Ran my money up my pockets buff I got em working out
A B C D, I
Real block baby mama tried to give a good life
Never trapped but I was in the trap know when it's cooked right
Promoter want me there I need my sticks
right you can roll to this
If we on the road
Then the dro is lit
Lookin out for 5-0
But I'm late for the show
The promoter's emotions
Are tense
Eyes
promoters to play my shit
You want my beat but don't pay me shit
How you gonna blow if you ain't that lit
Depending on drugs just like a Percocet
Fuck your
Don't ask a lot of questions
But we still need answers
Promoter says he totally gets us
But we still need dancers
To sex it up a little bit and
That will
스튜디오 VMC 매일 밤 새벽귀가
어쩜 우리끼리 경쟁 AOTY
in line my homies tryna get it
공연장 줄 설 일 없지
tell the punk promoter to suck a d**k
우리가 안 서면 쇼가 아니지
trouble summer
my rhyming is dead
A&R can’t manage me, I suck at the game
No promoter can’t fuck with me, it’s down to myself
I can’t doubt on my strength, I know
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