Letras

Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go) We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (snow) If he ain't in the gang, I won't allow him to my show (no) I just got a new shooter, and I found him in the zones, yeah My rich bitch won't let me pay all the time Why she moving like Nigel? She got way too much pride I've been hitting rappers baby mothers way too much times Yo, they hate how I got money, but won't pay them no mine (nah) Yo, it's flowers and the snow, or snow and the flowers (flowers) By the hours it will go, it can go in a hour One time I try and hit a lick, he wanna show me thе powder 'Til I took it off my hip, and I showed him the powеr (yeah) Nah, I can't hear you 'cause the weed I'm smoking is louder Yeah, I'm always in the garden, never growing a flower You can catch me in the kitchen, mixing yola with flower Yo, It's sweet how we're living, now the olders are sour Yeah, we came a long way, from stolen peds I just took a dons bae, now I'm getting stoned in here (stoned in here) A hundred thousand for the silver and gold Patek One you tired niggas go try it, and you'll go to bed (shh) You can catch man speeding in the Beamer (Beamer) Bro just hit a yout up, he's a demon with the beater (beater) Now they tryna swap it for the nina with the nina (huh) When it comes to rappin', no there isn't any realer I'm PG for life (life) Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go) We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (snow) If he ain't in the gang, I won't allow him to my show (no) I just got a new shooter, and I found him in the zones, yeah My rich bitch won't let me pay all the time Why she moving like Nigel? She got way too much pride I've been hitting rappers baby mothers way too much times Yo, they hate how I got money, but won't pay them no mine (nah) And don't up and think, 'cause I made a couple hits That I ain't outside with all my members and my younger niggs Every girl suckin' dick, colder than a fuckin' fridge Put 750 on that real 9, and touched a brick (brick) Now if I do a O2 four times, I'll touch a mill (mill) Yo, I can't lie the way I'm living is strange Forget my knife then I'll be spinnin' the range (spinnin') I don't care from 40 minutes away We used to stack change like a billin' a day Put it in the shoe box, yeah that's the criminal safe All my women must just listen to Aitch (Aitch) They wanna give me a taste, first place on the fillin' is great (great) Only time when that I'm the runner up, is when I send my runner up My block doors broken, and my buz are fucked And if you're from the trenchers, then you know just how I'm coming up It's easy for the feds, and the mandem to be runnin' up My friends alone, my money's up My chains are out, my gun is tucked Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go) We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (snow) If he ain't in the gang, I won't allow him to my show (no) I just got a new shooter, and I found him in the zones, yeah My rich bitch won't let me pay all the time Why she moving like Nigel? She got way too much pride I've been hitting rappers baby mothers way too much times Yo, they hate how I got money, but won't pay them no mine (nah)
Writer(s): Marvin William Bailey, Samraj Singh Heer, Kyle Pearce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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