Letras

Yo, Alvero Yeah Yeah Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah) Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah) Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah) Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah) Two girls come, tap me out (yeah) Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah) Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah) Just a million dollars in the loft Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble" Ride in the backseat with the chopper I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred Big rubber, young nigga get blinded Big mansion but my bitch got money Me a big boss, pull up and stunt Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds I was smokin up the pound, I'm blinded That's a drug, chop a hole in the hundred Niggas fakin', I'ma keep it a hundred If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running Call the shooters, make the pussies start running Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion You better get low, my niggas coming It ain't Calypso when we start drumming I got a rich hoe, I'm in her stomach You niggas really ain't talking 'bout nothin' Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit These niggas safe in the hole, they sidekicks I'm talking money and they get it silent Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah) Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah) Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah) Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah) Two girls come, tap me out (yeah) Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah) Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah) Just a million dollars in the loft Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble" Ride in the backseat with the chopper I'm smoking up the pound like the roster Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred Big rubber, young nigga get blinded Unnuh nuh ramp wid mi money (nah) Find a yute, give me all the hundreds (yeah) Fuck dem gyal (yeah) Shove mi 'ood all in her tummy (tummy, you see?) (Brr) Yeah, she bust it (bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She suck my dick then me fuck it Don't try me, clip have in thirty (thirty) Say yuh badda than me, 'top di fuckery (fuckery) Full ah courage, me 'tep out and go make dem duppy Dump dem ah rubbish (rubbish) Glock mek di place haffi bloody (bloody) And we have di power like Sonic (Sonic) Gwan like seh unnuh wicked and tough And a dem gyal ah suck off mi cocky (yeah) So me gi' her di porridge (yeah) Di protein shake fi her body She suck off mi dick and she go do the sloppy (sloppy) She make me buss like me callous And we have the big racks, fuck dem gyal and her mi killa (yeah) Roll up like Armadillo Wid some blunts weh bigger than cigar (yeah) Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah) Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah) Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah) Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah) Two girls come, tap me out (yeah) Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah) Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah) Just a million dollars in the loft Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble" Ride in the backseat with the chopper I'm smoking up the pound like the roster Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred Big rubber, young nigga get blinded
Writer(s): Jason Critchlow, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Romaine Anthony Mcfarlene, Emwah Warmington, Alberto George Blackwood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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