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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
On the Floor |
| Gettin' money nigga |
| We gon' run this bitch up a whole 'nother ticket (FOREVEROLLIN) |
| EST. What it look like nigga? |
| Gang action in this motherfucker |
| Woooo |
| Yeah, Never switching teams |
| Aye only pour up clean when I’m mixing lean |
| Yeah drop him in his hood we gon' switch the scene |
| I’ll get a pussy nigga wacked for a zip of weed (Iced Up Records) |
| Niggas oppositions |
| And I ain’t selling niggas work, niggas competition |
| Doggy lacking on his… Spend the block and hit it |
| I got fifty thousand, all hunnids pokin out my denims |
| He keep mugging out them sticks, We gon take his frames |
| Yeah, dawg so strong it’s gon break the chain |
| Lil cuddy told me niggas tellin', gotta play my hands |
| Rather bond my nigga outta jail 'fore I make it rain |
| For the snakes in the grass, keep a mower on me |
| I ain’t steppin' in no party 'less that blower on me |
| Nigga say he bout that action gotta show me somethin' |
| Between my AP and my necklace, thtat’s a quarter on me |
| Ridin' thru Detroit in the same Cat that I got shot in |
| Soon as I woke up from surgery, I told 'em drop ten |
| The city know, they catch a body for me then they locked in |
| My shooter got a conscience, 'fore he slide he gotta pop xans |
| 4 bricks of fish spead thru the click, it ain’t no fitting in |
| Ric' ain’t selling none of his for cheap he want 100 grand |
| Yeah, the wrong niggas to be speaking bout |
| Pull up at yo bitch’s house |
| And catch you while you creeping out |
| Shit done finally surfaced so it’s deeper now |
| Niggas cliquing up tryna make it even now |
| I ain’t doing no more speaking bout |
| So ain’t no point in reaching out |
| I quit poppin' yoppas make it harder to let my demons out |
| You thought that you was low at ya lil post |
| One of them hoes done let yo secret out |
| Bitch that ain’t no secret house |
| We got some involvement in the recent drought |
| When my niggas quit bringin' it, It wasn’t no good iced tea around |
| Always snakes in the grass, you gotta weed em out |
| Most these bitches hoes, it take the right nigga to bring it out |
| Police took my jewelry in the summer, I’m back freezing now |
| I’m getting it out the freezer now, meet me at my people house |
| It’s Big Gee the bow man, AKA Mr. Leave it in a skeezer’s mouth |
| I went from rags to riches |
| From small time to moving bags of menace |
| To tryna touch some everlasting figures |
| Used to need niggas help, then I past them niggas |
| Guess depending on myself made me mash on niggas |
| Used to get fronted, now I front bags to niggas |
| They used to count me last, now I’m first class on niggas |
| Audemars, that’s a slab my nigga, I’m talking dog food |
| Press ignore for gossip, for profit, I let the call through |
| Last spotted outside the club we was in all coupes |
| Champagne, 1942 when we fall through |
| I’m Giovanni, lil nigga, what the fuck they call you |
| Just another clown with lies you swearing all true |
| Still on the the same shit, wake up daily change kicks |
| Boy, you barely change fits, you be on that lame shit |
| I be out the country, out the blue, I just take trips |
| Bag moving as I take sips |
| Yeah nigga. Gee what up though. Vezzo, still on the flo' |
| Know what it is nigga |