音乐视频

音乐视频

制作

出演艺人
C Biz
C Biz
表演者
作曲和作词
C Biz
C Biz
作词

歌词

[Verse 1]
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out of jail
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out of jail
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out of jail
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out of jail
[Verse 2]
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Giuseppe stepping in the court
Jay Young's got that beat rocking
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Giuseppe stepping in the court got me dabbing
Six figure music, baby
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Giuseppe stepping in the court, got me dabbing out of jail
[Verse 3]
Feds talking 'bout murder, I was chilling with my girl
We was laughing, eating pizza, even talking on my cell
I don't wanna be in cuffs, I don't wanna be in chains
I'm used to rocking gold pieces, used to rocking Balmain
I'm used to rocking Giuseppe's, used to popping champagne
Drop tops in the summer, hardtop in the rain
I don't know whose brains, I don't know what you're saying
ER my shit, hashtag that's pain
[Verse 4]
I don't know 'bout drugs, I don't know 'bout guns
ER for life, all I know 'bout is funds
In the kitchen smoking indo, whip a kilo, with a benzo
Money marching on the magic, put a nino on a kilo
Papa talking on the phone, he be speaking with the lingo
I can move it on the d-low, if you hit me on the reload
Cocaina residue, merged in gunpowder
Re-up, re-ups, dab talk, trump towers
Birds flying, no feelings, Big Six remixing
Marcus Wareing in the kitchen, Master Chef we whipping
[Verse 5]
Freed out from jail, fresh home, no bail
Lord, please have mercy, this shit parcel
Money marching on the digits, money marching on the digits
Bitch **** keep bitching, ER we're winning
ER, ER, C Biz, big business
Stay T R U, no true religion
What's wrong with these ****? What is wrong with these ****?
Sneak dissing on the low, but no one's listening
I know his problem, he's just a midget
He's just pissed off 'cause no one digs him
I know your hoe, and that bitch been tripping
C Biz, big papa, ER big pimping
[Verse 6]
I'm red up, came out the pen and I dread up
Ferrari, pushed the button then I sped off
Your wife, in the morning when I get up
I'm fly, C Biz, I'm a jet
I do not play with the snow, I don't sniff up like an animal
You can holler for the bouj, but I do not mix with the melatonin
In the kitchen I'm incredible, I fuck bitches on their bedroom floor
In the bedroom, I'm the beast, beauty and the beast
My dick is so edible
[Verse 7]
Biz, I'm so sick I need medical, fix a **** or mechanical
**** talking this and that, but he did not know what the metal's for
They came and nicked me for a homecide
They wanna charge me like my battery died
I told them that I don't know shit
My self, I school it in the area my girl resides
I don't wanna go to jail, I just wanna get a girl
Beat the pussy till it swells, fill the pussy till it smells
Kicking back and smoke an L, **** ringing like a bell
Hit a **** with a shell, send a **** straight to hell
C Biz, he's ill, shoot my **** if he tells
[Verse 8]
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Giuseppe stepping in the court, got me dabbing out of jail
Feds talking 'bout murder, I was chilling with my girl
We was laughing, eating pizza, even talking on my cell
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Fresh home out of jail, fresh home out the cells
Giuseppe stepping in the court, got me dabbing out of jail
Written by: C Biz
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