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Fecha de emisión: 19.08.2021
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Slow Eddie |
Uh, look |
Matte black with the rubber handle Gat |
I was under handing packs just to fumble through the racks |
I guess I’m getting to the money, guess I’m running through a check (Money) |
I nosedive into a pool full of hundreds and connects |
My jewels dripping, you see this ice from afar like Tibet |
And this black cherry gelato might be louder than turrets |
I was weary, nigga pacing for a hour with the sket |
When your ribs touching your back, you just start crying 'cause of stress |
Now wassup? The money doesn’t have a limit when you blessed |
I woke up this week in three diffrent cities like th Nets |
I got mine because I earned it, you just wylin' for respect |
All I do is put the word in and they firing at your neck, woah (Doot doot doot |
doot doot doot doot) |
Catch up, shit I be relishing mine |
I’on know about yours but I’m embellished in mines |
Them shits was eighty apiece, seventy times |
Every seventy minutes, strike me dead if I’m lying, woah |
I would always tell 'em floss like a dentist |
The apprentice is the nigga who In charge, now I did it, yeah |
I was sitting in the background |
Now you know the show about to start when you hear that sound, uh |
Money comes, money goes |
Loyalty the common denominator when money blows |
Where the seats is a hundred Rolls or from the toughest |
Only difference been is it backseat to in |
As bad as they could be, and share the memories |
If we ever back where the hood be, shit we been at it since Hookie |
From where you can make a career of a package of cookies |
Rep for all of that, you bought it back till you understood me |
This is more or less a corner blessed with high speech |
Put a broader bet on the corners, left and watch 'em breathe |
Winning became the norm, we made it seem like a 'give me' |
And you believe in us like how Shay believed in his city, right |
Yeah, this the feeling that comes with all of that |
Going eight for a dime like a preppy kid hit the quarterback, yeah |
Then your son on the corporate kind |
And no one knocked over line, he got extras like overtime |
Catch him for real |
Shay |
Product dropped in the Art of War (Hot) |
Power rock, it’s not Tylenol |
I do sets in the park of the construction blood that I got from the dollar store |
These Prada shorts are made up of fossil out of a dinosaur |
The bodies in your songs when you holla at the wall |
I done saw |
Black Koran |
A chopping block and I got a saw |
Body parts got dissolved |
The beef I heard about in your hood, you were not involved (Stop) |
I’m in the statue by the, ooh I got a call |
Without you the police could have never got it solved (Woo) |
Gangster, huh, I don’t need the best joke |
I’m Khaled mood, my attitude is a 'We The Best' quote, huh |
These niggas be hangin' they self so I needed less rope |
Lost in the street like the GPS broke |
No dead weight, get a paddle, I’on need the best boat |
I’on need the rest, leave 'em, let’s float |
Leave 'em next to me they get soaked |
We the best, nigga we the next hope |
I put a dope gang logo on a BSF Coat |
We the set |
What’s the secret ingredient, coke |
Pedal till the BMX broke, nigga |
Block shit, woo |
My name Grafh hoe |