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Data di rilascio: 28.04.2022
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Influential |
I can’t lie, I’m influential |
Might just take off temperamental |
Had them youngins call me Flippa |
Fuck these hoes, ain’t sentimental |
Got the bag, I made it triple |
Charge 'em, bussin' down the |
Split them racks right down the middle |
Evil thoughts, Dracs' and Glocks |
Pounds of Percs, all in the spot |
Lil' bruh and them keep serving Fent', they made it hot |
Should I go to court today? Maybe not |
How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot |
When I’m 'round the police, I don’t say a lot |
My white floor look like Oscar Reeves |
My black bitch look like Jayda Cheeves |
She love to come, do birds and bees |
I’m traffic, transportation fees |
Had to tat' my back and sleeves |
I fuck with the |
but fuck the |
That stick and compact is all I need |
They love to follow, I took the lead |
Damn, her body influential |
Never lack, I keep a pistol |
Killers they’ll shoot up your vigil |
Louis, compliments of Virgil |
, all I know is murder, for real |
I’ll kill a burglar |
Fly as fuck inside the Givenchy, I might just experience turbulence |
I’m clutchin' 'cause I’m paranoid, last night I read The Art of War |
If you broke, what you talkin' for? |
Told the circle whatever’s mines is yours |
Love the way she make it clap |
Love the way she throw it back |
She said, «Hold the Range controller» |
I said, «Bae, I’m ready for it» |
Micro dose it, keep me goin' |
I can feel my blood flowin' |
On that vegan Oreo, I can feel my brain flowin' |
Me and J-Rod chainsmoke |
Move or he’ll bust your head open |
Take some drugs to calm me down, I got PTSD |
I’m a king so bend a knee |
I work hard, ain’t nothin' free |
We gon' shoot them niggas flee |
Paid eight hunnid for the fee |
At the Gallows’s straight from Bree |
They know Money Man a G |
I can’t lie, I’m influential |
Might just take off temperamental |
Had them youngins call me Flippa |
Fuck these hoes, ain’t sentimental |
Got the bag, I made it triple |
Charge 'em, bussin' down the |
Split them racks right down the middle |
Evil thoughts, Dracs' and Glocks |
Pounds of Percs, all in the spot |
Lil' bruh and them keep serving Fent', they made it hot |
Should I go to court today? Maybe not |
How you make it this far? I had to pray a lot |
When I’m 'round the police, I don’t say a lot |