Lil Peep – in the car ( Lyrics ) Letra Lil Peep Lil Peep – in the car ( Lyrics )
You’re not who you say you are
Lied about what you claim to be
Leave the club and hold my hand
We’ll die off what we claim to need
You’re not who you say you are
Makes it hard for me to see
Got me fucked up in the car
Makes it easier to deal
I can’t stand to see you bleed
When the reason for it’s me
Turn Adam up
Turn off the lights
GothBoiClique
You’re not who you say you are
Lied about what you claim to be
Leave the club and hold my hand
We’ll die off what we claim to need Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Connor Price & Nic D – No Bad Side ( Lyrics) Letra Connor Price Connor Price & Nic D – No Bad Side ( Lyrics )
Intro: Nic D
Damn, who the hell is that?
That’s me? Can’t be
One hunnid
It is me, damn
Refrain: Nic D & Connor Price
I woke up sexy again
Hot, damn
Heh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah, I woke up sexy again
I’m coming, I need five minutes
Come on, man, hurry up
You can’t rush looking this good
Come on, damn
Verse 1: Connor Price
Walk outside, feelin’ brand new
Woah
Birthday suit, no candles
Woah
Me and my chicks, new anthem
Yeah
Lookin’ real good in tandem
She got everything I want and some
She know how to throw a fit, no tantrum
I got smooth tempo like a hand drum
Got to hand it to me, I’m handsome
Chorus: Nic D & Connor Price
I got no bad side
Yes, it’s what it seems
I get it from my mom and dad’s side
Hey, must be in my genes
Ooh, damn, you glowin’
Drop that skin care routine
Hotel room, got two keys
Let’s go back and start unpacking
You can do what you please
Verse 2: Nic D
Alright, now gather around
Okay
Now listen close
Uh-huh
I got something to say
What’s that?
Y’all might wanna take some notes
Okay
I smell like a million bucks
What’s that?
Y’all made me a million bucks
Good Lord
They give me attitude
Oh, no
But I still don’t give a fuck
Refrain: Nic D & Connor Price
I woke up sexy again
Hot, damn
Heh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah, I woke up sexy again
Dude, come on, hurry up
I’m in the shower
No, you’re not in the shower, the water’s not even on
I’m in the shower
You’re looking at yourself again, aren’t you?
I’m not looking at myself at all
Verse 3: Nic D & Connor Price
Treat a highway like a Runaway
Woah
Treat a Monday like a Sunday
Woah
Treat a selfie like a front page
Yeah
Treat a two-way like a one-way
My whip clean ain’t no Hyundai
I got whipped cream on my sunday
Put my suit on for my lunch date
I ain’t hungry, ‘cause I just ate
Still you ate that
Yeah, I ate that, run the playback
When I walk by, then they gaze back
I’m that needle from the haystack
Yeah, I eat, don’t need no placemat
Yes, I’m it, don’t even play tag
Want a bar, okay, I raise that
Yeah, babe, this is what I’m great at
Chorus: Nic D & Connor Price
I got no bad side
Yes, it’s what it seems
I get it from my mom and dad’s side
Hey, must be in my genes
Ooh, damn, you glowin’
Drop that skin care routine
Hotel room, got two keys
Let’s go back and start unpacking
You can do what you please
Refrain: Nic D
Damn, I woke up sexy again
Hot, damn
Heh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Yeah, I woke up sexy again
Outro: Nic D & Connor Price
What’s wrong being confident
Alright, come on
Just tell me I look good
This song is done
Just look at me, tell me I look good
He has been acting this for three hours straight, dude
Like, the song is done, man
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Manuellsen x Karbal – GERÜCHTE 4 Lyrics Letra Manuellsen Manuellsen x Karbal – GERÜCHTE 4 Lyrics
Yeah
I treat these niggas like the niggas me treated, man
Ah
Jeder kennt jemanden, der was zu melden hat
Jeder kennt jemanden, der drückt die Hälfte ab
Jeder kennt jemanden, der wurd zum Kelb gemacht
Doch ich hab’ Killer in derselben Stadt, Diggi, also geh
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Deshalb hab’ ich Neuner auf dem Rücksitz
Ah
Habibi, gestern warst du glücklich
Ah
Aber glaub mir, heute drück’ ich, drück’ ich, yeah
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Und jetzt woll’n sie aus dem Schatten an mein’n Thron
Sie sind Ratten wie gewohnt, but you’re fuckin’ with the G.O.A.T., nigga
Sie komm’n und machen Nazar auf mein Brot
Doch [?] sind im Kofferraum, sonst alles wie gewohnt, Nigga
Was nicht mit uns ist, ist gegen uns und Opp
Opp
Red-white, Bloody City, alles für den Mob
Bloody City
Fick’ ich Internet, Twitter und so Action
Bin nicht Herkules, doch glaub mir, dieser Triggerfinger [?], Diggi
Wuh
Mousa runnt die Lippen aus der Wüste
Seine Ehre liegt bei uns zerstückelt in ‘ner Tüte
Wollt mit Eltern reden, nur der Bastard stellt sich tot
Diggi, ja, was soll ich sagen? Wie der Vater, so der Sohn
Du Hund
Diggi, mach mir nicht von Dubai aus auf Hip-Hop [?]
Die GLOCK lässt die Verdammten hier im Zickzack spring’n, Digga, ey-yo
Du-du
Nein, Manuellsen, er ist [?]
Volles Magazin und ich kill’, chill
Ah
Nah, einma’ hab’n sie Codein gesippt
Eh
Jetzt denken, sie sind Rapper, sie verkaufen sich für Klicks
Ah, Scheiße, sie verkaufen sich für nix, Diggi
Scheiße, sie verkaufen sich für nix, Diggi
Extrablatt, Extrablatt, M. ist am ausrasten
Twitch-Hype ist real wie ein Pfeil in ihren Augapfeln
Ah
Und Bitches, die mich haten, nahm’n kein Hak
Lak, Allah ist der Größte, Hobi, I don’t give a fuck, Diggi
Huh
Lak, du findest mich im Pott
Bin der Größte unter ihnen, but der Niedrigste vor Gott, Diggi
My name rings bells like a monk
Ey
Mann, trotzdem bin ich jeden Tag mit Hells an der Front, Diggi
[?] mit bella Figur
Befrei’ meine Brüder, free Fero, free Uğur
Fitna wird bestraft, Bruder, keiner wird dir helfen
Warte ma’, da kommt der Shu Habibi Manuellsen
Ah
Jeder kennt jemanden, der was zu melden hat
Jeder kennt jemanden, der drückt die Hälfte ab
Jeder kennt jemanden, der wurd zum Kelb gemacht
Doch ich hab’ Killer in derselben Stadt, Diggi, also geh
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Deshalb hab’ ich Neuner auf dem Rücksitz
Ah
Habibi, gestern warst du glücklich
Aber glaub mir, heute drück’ ich, drück’ ich, yeah
Und sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Sie reden von Gerüchten
Ah
Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale, The-Dream – Fine Lines ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Wale, The-Dream – Fine Lines ( Lyrics)
Some things are too good to be true, hah
Some things you simply have to ask for forgiveness for
So please forgive me
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
It’s only one in town, ain’t no versus
Can’t no nigga do it how I do it, nah
Fuck ‘em all, fuck ‘em all
It’s the biggest
M-M-Maybach Music
Uh
Verse 1: Rick Ross
I’m bridging the gap Gap, I did it with crack Crack
Impeccable flow, scribblin’ facts
Elon money’s a must, all the women I lust
If it wasn’t for rap, still keep winnin’ with us
That’s with pen and the paper, I won’t quit ‘til we made it
If we beefin’, we bangin’, I won’t sleep ‘til we slay ‘em
Will Smith with the smack, Chris Rock with the crack
Then forgot of his dream, Guy Fisher was back
All you wannabe thugs, rockin’ corpse in the club
Niggas wanted the city, I just wanted the love
Box Chevy’s in verse, can you spare me the dirt
Lot of killers amongst us, I won’t speak on the worst
Lavish livin’ is standard, can I paint on this canvas
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
Shit can not be for ransom, shit can not be for ransom
Andy Warhol of wars, shit can not be for ransom
Chorus: The-Dream & Wale
Our lies scar so deep
We can’t uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Oh
We record knowledge
I’m out of knowledge
Verse 2: Wale
North Faces and foams, we grew up in that jawn
We was ballin’ in Gordons before got Jones
Wake up early and go, still be late to the parties
Blame the watches I own, I’m showin’ up ASAP, Rocky
Stop me, Murakami my carpets
It’s scary at the top, but at the top, we fear the bottom
What that say about y’all? That can make it off bars
I played your tape the other day, I’m afraid it’s a “Nah”
It’s a label to y’all, it’s engravin’ our scars
A decade with my guys, tribulations and trials
My ambition is gifted, it’s nothin’ baby, I shine
Wow, that’s crazy, all this labor paid for acres and farms
Hah, well, this thing of ours
Our DNA is everywhere, we like three Genghis Khans
It’s the three-headed monster, mashallah that we still on
And to think some lack the patience, now so who be long
Interlude: Rick Ross
Yeah
Uh
Why these stupid goofy niggas think they groupie huh?
M-M-Maybach Music
Chorus: The-Dream
Our lies scar so deep
We can’t uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Bridge: The-Dream
Niggas I used to know, bitches I used to know
Crazy how shit go
Farewell
Verse 3: Rick Ross
I may stumble and trip, I won’t fumble a brick
If you come with a diss, I’ma come with the shit
Neither lackin, I’m loaded, had this bitch in the city
That’s the pussy I purchase, swear you niggas gon’ feel it
Competition I crumble, niggas murder for mumbles
Know they tappin’ my talk, sellin’ kilos all summer
Got the prices to drop, livin’ nice as The Rock
Hookahs all through the mansion, it’s so nice at the top
Million dollars in watches, niggas envy my boast
Yes, it gotta be mine, all that sippin’, I toast
Only dollars I sign, no economy flows
Heard you work with the feds, ‘nother Barnaby Jones
Not a part of my bones, I just got a new bonus
So I got a new home, go to war like the Romans
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
Now it’s time to go home, not the same for opponents
This is not a new song, but the ways of a poet
Chorus: The-Dream
Our lies scar so deep
We can’t uncross things
How this came to be
That I love and hate you at the same time
Love and hate you at the same time
Outro
Crazy how shit go
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Chris Brown – Closer ( Lyrics) Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Closer ( Lyrics)
Is she the same pretty girl, that I met in the bar
oh, oh, oh
She took the stage, it was her and her acoustic guitar
oh, oh, oh
She like the fast life, bad boys, and fast cars
Oh man, this girl got me open, I can’t where to start
So baby, let me take your hand in smile
I wish I could say more, this would have to do for now
Oh baby
I gave you just a little bit, to make you want more
If you don’t come to love me, girl, what you come for?
Oh
I’m just trying to work it out, out yeah
And baby I’ll make it a mission just to give you all of me
Girl, you’re lying to yourself, you know the truth, set you free, yeah
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Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime ( Lyrics) Letra Trippie Redd Trippie Redd – Yo Pi’erre Slime ( Lyrics )
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk
I know they remember them days
I was outside with that flame
Top-down, I’m blowing your brain
Know we the gang sorry I forgot your name
Look it’s a bird, look it’s a plane
it’s a lame, oh remember names
All of a sudden when you was around
I wasn’t calling you nothing
You ain’t really with the gang
So get the fuck from us
Fuck from round us, from the ground up
Look what we round up
No matter the time, I’mma get in my zone
Bitch imma sit in my throne
I’mma get straight to my goal
We gettin’ that money you know it ain’t nothin’
I wake up and put that shit on ‘cause I’m stunting
I pull up Maybach it used to be bucket’
I know that they mad but I’m on fuck it
You ain’t got no racks you ball on a budget
I’m startin’ the car with the push of a button
I will not explain the do’s and the doesn’t’s
Countin’ up money I would never front
Hop out the Pizzy luggage in the trunk
Hop in that ‘rari trunk is in the front
Speed off on a barbie smoking on some blunts
23 shots in that Glock got a nigga feeling like I can dunk
It ain’t wasnt no big deal
Minuscule problems that shit shrunk Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You ( Lyrics) Letra RickRossVEVO Rick Ross, Meek Mill – They Don’t Really Love You ( Lyrics)
I see all of the fake love, and
I know this shit too good to be true
M-M-M-M-M
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Double M, hall of fame, nigga
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
I’ll die ‘bout this shit
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you, so without a doubt, I’ll murder ‘bout this shit
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh, in the name of love, nigga
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
Huh
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
With Meek
Look at they body language, they nervous
Let’s get it, nigga
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
All these other niggas stayin’ clear, nigga
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Shots fired
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Shots fired
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
Huh
They don’t really love you
Don’t be scared to die now
They don’t really love you
‘Cause it ain’t no love
Interlude: Rick Ross
Ain’t no love
And we’ll really die ‘bout this shit, remember that, M-M-M
Verse 1: Rick Ross
Quarter mill’ or what it feel, I just wanna build
Niggas watchin’ pockets, now you the one they wanna kill
Never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
Storm the block like kamikaze niggas in the plane
Is he a superstar? The bitches know his name
I got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
I keep my niggas close, watch what your people post
I let the haters sub, I turn ‘em into ghosts
Rarely is it love
What?, never is it love
What?
It’s too good to be true when you livin’ like a thug
Richest in the city, really ain’t no fuckin’ with me
Ain’t no fuckin’ with me
Pointin’ at you pussy niggas, ain’t no pun intended
Woo
I done seen the low, I done seen the high
I done seen it all, still bein’ penalized
Grrah
Do it for my dawgs
Dawgs, see it in my eyes
Eyes
Kill ‘em for the cause, nigga, Ricky on the rise
Chorus: Meek Mill & Rick Ross
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Ain’t no genuine love, none, M-M-M
Verse 2: Rick Ross
Come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer
Gave my word to my niggas, so you gotta play it fair
Shots fired, niggas duckin’, so motherfuck the money
Lights flash, I give my last for anyone who love me
Huh
Take a page of the Bible, pray your cup, it overflow
Once they made me an idol, slay ‘em with some other flows
Once they gave me the title, time to buy another Rolls
Once I aim at my rival, boy, I took his mama soul
Ain’t no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
Co-defendant snitchin’, indictment in the envelope
Free Slime, he doin’ time because they done him wrong
Wish him well, let’s flip and sell until he gettin’ mail
I kept it real with my niggas and never got a hug
Shed a tear for my niggas and always called it love
I gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
And I still write you a letter and do that every month
Huh
Chorus: Meek Mill
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
Them niggas hate to love you
They can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Like they say they love you
They don’t, they don’t
Them niggas hate to love you
Ooh
They can’t wait to judge, them niggas fakin’ love
They don’t really love you
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just observe
Look at they body language, they nervous
They don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
Ooh
Don’t say a word, just go higher
Let the hate be the gas on your fire
Let them niggas know, they don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
They don’t really love you
Post-Chorus
But I won’t stop now
MMaybach Music
Pietro Lombardi – Mein Weg ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Pietro Lombardi Pietro Lombardi – Mein Weg ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Songtext zu „Mein Weg“
Intro
Ich will nur weg, ich bin allein
Ich will nur noch frei sein
Wo soll mich dieser Weg
Hinführen? Ich weiß es nicht (Ey)
Strophe 1
Sag, kennst du das, wenn dir alles zu viel ist?
Wenn in dei’m Kopf und in der Welt nur Krieg ist
Du machst dir Sorgen um die, die du liebst, ey
Zu wenig Good Vibes, ja, für immer Krise
Pre-Refrain
Doch Babe, weißt du? Ich kenn’ das auch
Ich schwör’, zusamm’n komm’n wir da raus
Der Weg ist so weit, wir hab’n keine Zeit, noch länger zu warten
Auf bessere Tage
Komm, hau mit mir ab, ey
Refrain
Ich will nur weg, ich bin allein
Ich will nur noch frei sein
Wo soll mich dieser Weg
Hinführen? Ich weiß es nicht
Ich will nur weg, ich bin allein
Ich will nur noch frei sein
Wo soll mich dieser Weg
Hinführen? Ich weiß es nicht
Strophe 2
Sag mir, kennst du das, wenn nur noch die Gedanken rasen?
Hast so viel große Träume, willst sie nicht begraben
Jetzt einfach abhau’n, Babe, das wär für mich der Wahnsinn
Ganz ohne Ziel und ohne Plan, ey (Ohne Plan, ey)
Pre-Refrain
Doch Babe, weißt du? Ich kenn’ das auch
Ich schwör’, zusamm’n komm’n wir da raus
Der Weg ist so weit, wir hab’n keine Zeit, noch länger zu warten
Auf bessere Tage
Komm, hau mit mir ab, ey
Refrain
Ich will nur weg, ich bin allein
Ich will nur noch frei sein
Wo soll mich dieser Weg
Hinführen? Ich weiß es nicht
Ich will nur weg, ich bin allein
Ich will nur noch frei sein
Wo soll mich dieser Weg
Hinführen? Ich weiß es nicht
Outro
Ich will nur weg, ich bin allein
Ich will nur noch frei sein
Wohin soll mich dieser Weg
Hinführen? Ich weiß es nicht Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Kenny Sol – Enough ( Lyrics ) Letra KENNY SOL Kenny Sol – Enough ( Lyrics )
Kenny Sol – Enough Lyrics
Kenny sol ye ye ye yi international banger
Cherioo, iye ye ye yiyoooh, iye ye ye yeeeehhm
Iyo uuuhm uuhm uuhmm
Shoutout to Niz beat by the way, yah yah yahh
First of all, you’re my queen yoooo
You’re the source of my inspiration
And your body is my addiction
Uuuhhmm uuuuhhmm
Worst of all, they’ll be hating you
Coz I fill loved with ma baby
And I don’t care what them envy
Uuuuhhmm uuuuhhmmm
You turn my mind into going crazy
I wish you could be the endless movie to watch on daily
Baby you’re the talk of the nation
Everywhere your name it’s mentioned
Anything of you, make me wanna stay
Babe I wanna stay there there there
Chr yoo
Mummy yoo
I promise I’ll never disappear ooh
And nobody is gonna make me disappear ooh (ooohh no no no no no yeh yeh)
Chr Yoo
Mummy Yoo
I promise I’ll never disappear ooh
And nobody is gonna make me disappear ooh
Let me love you enough, enough
Kiss you enough, enough
Hug you enough, enough
Bang enough, enough
Touch you enough, enough
Hold you enough, enough
Give you enough, enough
Mapenzi enough, enough
Girl your love and body satisfy me (your body satisfy me)
Girl your love and body satisfy me (your body satisfy me)
Girl your love and body satisfy me (let me hold you like baby oooh no-no-no-no)
One night for me, pull up on me (bang bang)
Don’t lie to me Coz I’m counting on yuh
I got something for yuh(I got something for yuh babie)
Take off your heels, lay down mummy
Nange aka gatima ntigatuza urimo ujagaraza
Bad guy (aka ga kenny sol yeeeh yeeeh)
You turn my mind into going crazy
I wish you could be the endless movie to watch on daily
Baby you’re the talk of the nation
Everywhere your name it’s mentioned
Anything of you, make me wanna stay
Babe I wanna stay there there there
Chr Yoo
Mummy Yoo
I promise I’ll never disappear
And nobody is gonna make me disappear
Listen
Chr Yoo
Mummy Yoo
I promise I’ll never disappear
And nobody is gonna make me disappear
Listen
Let me love you enough, enough
Kiss you enough, enough
Hug you enough, enough
Bang enough, enough
Touch you enough, enough
Hold you enough, enough
Give you enough, enough
Mapenzi enough, enough
Girl your love and body satisfy me
Girl your love and body satisfy me
Girl your love and body satisfy me
Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics ) Letra Money Man Money Man – Make Up Yo Mind ( Lyrics )
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower?
You wastin’ my time ‘cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got them bales in the kitchen, no cap ‘cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin’ it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil’ bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb, I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy, that pack right here stupid, it stankin’ and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that thеy fat and they chunky
They gon’ do it for free, they gon’ turn down thе money
Finna hire some ‘migos to cut down the harvest
I ain’t cash out the plug ‘cause he sent me some garbage
Verse
If we took all your bands, nigga, you better charge it
We dumping these bags out of luxury apartments
We fifteen deep in this crib, but it’s three-hundred bubbas
When play walk inside, niggas clutchin’ they cutters
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button
Got plants all around, we gon’ care ‘em and cut ‘em
He havin ‘bud, but it’s smellin’ like nothin’
Sell thirty a day, yeah, we got this bitch jumpin’
Real estate, I’m havin’ houses to sprout in
These bags from Tulsa, I drove ‘em through I-10
He want these prices, he tryin’ to get locked in
Filter a fan, so we keepin’ the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I’m Bradley Beal
Made it off reefer, ain’t have a deal
Used to serve diesel, I ain’t talkin’ no Neil
My lil’ vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on Panola, I’m turnin’ ‘em over
This blick, it bipolar, this bitch get to spitting
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin’
So If I reach for it, it’s gon’ be a killin’
Tryna show love, but you can’t ‘cause they might think you weak
So my prices is higher than heaven
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin’, I pulled up and gave him a blessing
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Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower?
You wastin’ my time ‘cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got them bales in the kitchen, no cap ‘cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin’ it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil’ bitch get a monthly allowance
I’ma grow in these cribs, I ain’t flippin’ no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, and they payin’ me monthly
If I go to DeKalb, I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy, that pack right here stupid, it stankin’ and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that they fat and they chunky
They gon’ do it for free, they gon’ turn down the money
Finna hire some ‘migos to cut down the harvest
I ain’t cash out the plug ‘cause he sent me some garbage Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
