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Data di rilascio: 10.12.2015
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
My Shadow |
Fifty thousand dollars all in the air and shit |
Brick Squad, dope boi, and the money man |
Gucci! |
I’m a so Icey veteran so you can’t say beginners luck |
All my boys tote choppaz so your best bet robbin' armored trucks |
Georgia boys don’t give a fuck, we’ll jack you then we’ll tie you up |
50−50 chance that we’ll trick you if you shop with us |
Boulder crest so dirty dirty, zone six boys tote thirty thirties |
Glock 9 under Falcon jerseys make you need some plastic surgery |
Bandana under my eye, hat so low can’t see my face |
And if you got them cake to bake then Gucc might do a home invasion |
Hi my name is Gucci Gucci meet my homeboy Mackie Slug |
Sawed-off AR pulled out shorty you know I got extra slugs |
Black T still on when I mob, black lugz still on when I walk |
Black pistol 23 my nigga he’ll think that’s my second job |
I walk around the city like, it don’t matter |
The earth my turf nobody tries me cause they know better |
So save the chit chatta I’m too deep you boys shallow |
I run 4 deep me and myself and I and plus my shadow |
Shadow, my shadow, hold me down for whateva |
Even if I tried my best I couldn’t run from my shadow |
So no matter, how wealthy that I get he’s not jealous |
So when I have no one to talk to, I talk to my shadow! |
Yeah I’m thorough, under my polo, I’m out on promo |
Got these tear drops, under my izzeye, don’t make it one more |
And I had kilos, one for like 2−0, that was 0−4 |
I had drizzo, you bad da smizzo, but keep it low though |
Don’t tell the po-po, I’m friend with fizzo, cause that’s a no-no |
Smokin' guido, me and my vatos, but you’s a bozo |
I’m passin' low yo, down to La Plizzo, this shit like Wayco |
I got candy paint on my '74, your shit from Maaco |
And off the tizzop, connect the dizzots, I’m building legos |
Ran the tizan just like them waffles, I call them eggos |
I got hundreds, all in my pocket, a stupid bank roll |
If ya try me, coroner gon' wrap you, up like an egg roll |
I walk around the city like, it don’t matter |
The earth my turf nobody tries me cause they know better |
So save the chit chatta I’m too deep you boys shallow |
I run 4 deep me and myself and I and plus my shadow |
Shadow, my shadow, hold me down for whateva |
Even if I tried my best I couldn’t run from my shadow |
So no matter, how wealthy that I get he’s not jealous |
So when I have no one to talk to, I talk to my shadow! |
Bricks, all white bricks |
Corner-boy I probably sold more rocks than a rock pit |
Tryin' to fill my shoes is like an armless man with chops sticks |
Got a dark brown soft top bentley chocolate |
I’m so mach 6, homeboy you so not shit |
Playin' free can’t come touch me cause you’re not it |
I’m on fire steaming hot, I can boil grits |
Jet-Li with the shoes, Gucci rockin' new kicks |
ATLiens baby girl let’s have a moon day |
Got 8 bedrooms I’m dying for a roommate |
I was home schooled, I didn’t have a schoolmate |
Psych! I went to trap school 60K in 12th grade |
I’m a millionaire but self-made wealth craze |
Like a junkie cravin' bricks so I’m in kitchens all day |
I’m a millionaire but self-made wealth craze |
Like a junkie cravin' bricks so I’m in kitchens all day |
Skrrrr! |
I walk around the city like, it don’t matter |
The earth my turf nobody tries me cause they know better |
So save the chit chatta I’m too deep you boys shallow |
I run 4 deep me and myself and I and plus my shadow |
Shadow, my shadow, hold me down for whateva |
Even if I tried my best I couldn’t run from my shadow |
So no matter, how wealthy that I get he’s not jealous |
So when I have no one to talk to, I talk to my shadow! |