Lirik

HLR ain't for everybody, you know Only the chosen Woah Yeah, my best decision was be less forgiving Tesla spinning, but I took L's like Lexus emblems Reckless in him, but I'm godlier than every Christian Chrome Heart crosses, freshest denim, sendin' flicks to prison Gettin' chicken, the opps mad, that make me quite happy I just told this bitch I'm single, but my wife's married Me and bro was spinnin', dumpin' out that white Caddy White suit out in Boston, I felt like Larry The birds went for thirty-three back in thе golden era This beat sound likе Kanye made it in a Polo sweater Back when I was givin' samples to the yola testers Plug said he seen enough work to fill up most the desert In Denver with the Vector like it's COD I think all these rappers pussy, that's my POV I don't fear nothin' in this life except for G-O-D Can't celebrate my wins until my bros get out that DOC Money comin' in consistent, ain't no stop and go Gettin' top in the venue after I rock the show Why you even in my section? You are you not the bros Hit you with that tray like lunch line sloppy joes Woah, I been through so much pain Had to take a lot of losses, but it was so much gained Mazza piece bright as the sun 'cause I felt so much rain Big HLR in every bar, I gave 'em so much flame So much Uh, P-A-B-L-O, just sniffed a ki' of snow I plant it, I'll be damned if I don't see it grow I keep some hoes Pimp characteristics, this pinky ring is elegant I bust down my company, approach me like the president From jail cell dreams to LLCs The heater close just in case hell shall freeze I rock a mink, I got homies eatin' chi-chis These monkeys tryna talk to a lion, call 'em Rafiki Forever, this for Freaky I could get to Boston before I could get to Cali' Open arms, I'm welcome gladly Came from servin' Auntie Jackie Night shifts I talked about, really twerked the graveyard Gem Stars or boxcutters, leave here with your face scarred All she do is post her ass and talk about her face card Since lil' homies, we was always jumpin', nigga, Nate Rob' I'm Giannis in Milwaukee, I'm Luca out in Dallas With a cougar that eat salad Said Philippe's, I think of Patek HLR, that's all that matters From the dirt No really, from the dirt
Writer(s): Kavi Lybarger, Miles Hadley, David Brewster Jr, Nolo Lehlogo, Amart Music Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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