Лучшие песни AJ Snow
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Alan Ellis
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Christopher Wilson
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Sliding to some oldies on the interstate
Veuve Clicquot ain't shit for us to celebrate
They ain't on our level, we ignore hate
Leader of my team can't fuck up the cake
Baby looking good with her momma traits
Bust a nut send her home tell her get there safe
Vintage Fendi frames on my fuckin face
Make a mil off the game then I'm out the way
I ain't new to this I'm true to this
I really do this shit
Doing donuts in a Monte Carlo on some foolish
Bitch blowing up my phone I'm trying to make some plays
Why I ain't seen you in week? Bitch I been getting paid
I call my nigga Snow it's time to take a trip to Dallas
These bitches know I got that smoke cause I come straight from Cali
I got a bad stripper bitch selling eighths for me
Just made a stack off edibles bring that cake to me
Fendi bucket hat on with them Versace shades
I'm sipping Henny out the bottle while I'm switching lanes
Just hit my fam in Oakcliff and told them I'm on my way
I got a million dollar plan on how to get this cake
I been that nigga since high school ask about me
I never said shit so all them bitches ask about me
I'm cool with players and the gang bangers
One thing about my niggas is we all some game changers
Sliding to some oldies on the interstate
Veuve Clicquot ain't shit for us to celebrate
They ain't on our level, we ignore hate
Leader of my team can't fuck up the cake
Baby looking good with her momma traits
Bust a nut send her home tell her get there safe
Vintage Fendi frames on my fuckin face
Make a mil off the game then I'm out the way
Eating crawfish on the back of the Stang
Posted up on the block where you niggas can't hang
Blades chopping down the ave like house call sang
Slapping some oldies then I turn on some Airplane James
I'm still the same ole g, fuck what you heard bout me
Paid the cost to be the boss so this game ain't free
Yankees hat Dickies shirt came straight from the flea
Stop chasing hoes now them bitches choosing on me
Pour liquor out for my loved one Rest In Peace Chaz
See me when I'm rolling we don't do the window tint on glass
Old schools sitting clean parked up in the grass
She asked me for the song bitch it's on the dash
Two tone on the wrist, arm hanging out
I heard that nigga Snow who they banging now
All that fake shit getting played out
Tonight I brought the blades out
Writer(s): Alan Ellis
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