I successi di 13lack Samuraii
Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Thompson
Songwriter
Kenneth Kevin McClinton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CrispBeats
Producer
Testi
I'm smooth like I'm Lando
Or I'm more like Solo
Got princesses on my line
I'm like fuck it yolo
Writing what's on my mind
You might say that I'm coco
Just know either way
I'm fresh just like my polo
I'm growing my hair out
I may look like a hobo
This shit may take some time
So go and cop a rello
Most bitches wish they had my hair
But that shit tough though
You wish yo rhymes was so rare
But you can't have this ammo
Got niggas hating on me
Cuz I'm getting this degree
They think all I want is tree
Yo bitch can get the D
Or should I say wee wee
Cuz she want me like I'm Fiji
Think you got peaches
But you is really Lugi
She wet like a squeegee
I wanted
Gigi
To just
Please me
And just
Squeeze me
While she get
The D
She on
Her knees
Praying
Before me
Blessing
Holy
Enough about these bitches
Let's talk about these riches
Make a 100 grand
Send it to the fam
Won't do it for the gram
Or Uncle Sam
You know the brand
The one that keep us canned
From the truth
I hope nobody in this booth
They just might pull my tooth
To keep me quiet
No I won't be silent
I'll just start a riot
Then I'll write a pilot
About the truth
Then one day you will rue
The knowledge that we gain
Gone take away yo fame
Then you will end up a lame
I am the infamous
Rapping so furious
Murderous
Make niggas curious
Slap with a bass that so hideous
Rock with the vibe
And we violent
Moving so silent
We kill off the crickets
We kill off the bitches
We kill off the niggas
That make shit so tiring
Never retiring
Till my environment
Is so extravagant
Running the check
Catching that blitz
Faking this bitch
She sucking this dick
I am the captain
You niggas just capping
Mumbling fumbling
Never be stumbling
Y'all niggas jumbling
Words that I'm rhyming
Yea nigga
I'm death dealing
I'm drug dealing
We still winning
She drop a pound
While I drop a building
I stop the spilling
From this tea I'm sipping
Got a group of hoes
I've been pimping
You still fronting
I'm fresh cut
And not cuffing
Running the game
I stay bucking
Breaking the back
While your bitch cumming
She bring some ass
Let her dip in cash
While I'm smoking gas
Yea this the vibe and we stay strapped
Writer(s): Kenneth Mcclinton
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