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Johnathan R Burt
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歌词
Hm, bitch
Twenty thousand dollars danglin' off the white tee
Bitch asked me was I rich? Shit, I might be
Truth be told, these **** wish that they could do it like me
A bad bitch at home, I turned lil' mama to a monster (Yeah)
Bitches tellin' on me, I was somewhere eatin' lobster
SB the gang, all my **** real mobsters (Trap, ****)
Bitch, you **** pitiful (Ah)
Blowin' turtle pie straight out the 'bow, this ain't Gorilla Glue
Off the Perkies lookin' for a redbone to dig into
Got a text from the plug, say he 'bout to send 'em through
****' beats weak as fuck, 'cause they cheap as fuck
Fifty **** with me at a show, we be deep as fuck
Got the game from the cheddar boys and street lords
Go and ask Helluva, bitch, I'm the real beat lord
I started wearin' Baccarat 'cause everybody smell like Creed (No cap)
You spent a band in the set, I blow that shit on trees
Fifteen thousand on the coat and only wore that bitch twice
Hate to rap about this shit on Pro Tools 'cause it's my life
Benz truck big as fuck, I can fit nineteen 'bows in there
Backseat hella room, I could put ten hoes in there
Trap house ain't got no furniture, it's just a stove in there
You can't say that you be down the way and they don't know you there, ****
Ayy, I move the bag solo
That's a twenty-ball danglin' right by that Supreme logo
I get all my buds out the streets, bitch, I don't need promo
Get a **** dropped, turn to a ghost, he ain't seen no more
I'll pay to get him whacked, I'm out of town, they can't tell on me
Too many different flavors of that bond, she like to smell on me
You **** can't run through a bag, that's what you tellin' me?
Stand on business all the way, it ain't no half-steppin' me (Nah)
I just checked the mail, another bag, that's a check for me
Get a **** shot right in his face, it ain't no checkin' me
I told you how to whip it, I'm the one that got the recipe
Runnin' through the bag, I'm out the way, it's the Lex for me
A hundred shots for every **** standin' next to you
A **** ratted and you still with him? Boy, I'm scared of you
Rap **** always tellin' lies, ****, tell the truth
Them **** couldn't even fuck with gang if they wanted to
Written by: Johnathan R Burt
