CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bring Me Down
Yeah, DJ Chris Crisis on the cuts
C-Lance on the track
Yeah
They said they wanted buzz, I thought they wanted Xanax's
They wanna hear me write my pins like a mechanic's wrench
They told me spit, I did right on the can and camera lens
Misunderstanded them like Randall f**king a Hispanic b*t*h
Watching the Spanish channel, hammer analyze Brianna
Listen, stand me by the best, bet that impress the panelists
If not, then f**k the many lists, "Hottest Top 10 In the Game"
Blog sites don't even mention my name
On the list of upcoming releases
I got love for the blogs, but some dumb as Doug Bundy
I'm seeing a bunch of D-list rappers, they ain't sold no records before
Never did serve on successful consecutive tours
f**king on executive floors, parting like an 80s band
But I ain't in to rock and roll, we only playing Em
Getting wasted, break a limb, f**king up the comforters
Snorting line, my nose feel like the size of Snuffleupagus
wondering what the ruckus was
Stunting, jumping off the bus and hopping into muscle cars
Challengers, Malibu's, blue Buick, [?]
There are not a lot that's f**king with me in my era
Pair of Air Jordan's on Clintel apparel
Ever since a kid I dreamed to be a millionaire
I swear I see the picture and it's slowly coming clearer
This is what you wanna hear? Then I be in a city near ya
C-Lance on the track
Yeah
They said they wanted buzz, I thought they wanted Xanax's
They wanna hear me write my pins like a mechanic's wrench
They told me spit, I did right on the can and camera lens
Misunderstanded them like Randall f**king a Hispanic b*t*h
Watching the Spanish channel, hammer analyze Brianna
Listen, stand me by the best, bet that impress the panelists
If not, then f**k the many lists, "Hottest Top 10 In the Game"
Blog sites don't even mention my name
On the list of upcoming releases
I got love for the blogs, but some dumb as Doug Bundy
I'm seeing a bunch of D-list rappers, they ain't sold no records before
Never did serve on successful consecutive tours
f**king on executive floors, parting like an 80s band
But I ain't in to rock and roll, we only playing Em
Getting wasted, break a limb, f**king up the comforters
Snorting line, my nose feel like the size of Snuffleupagus
wondering what the ruckus was
Stunting, jumping off the bus and hopping into muscle cars
Challengers, Malibu's, blue Buick, [?]
There are not a lot that's f**king with me in my era
Pair of Air Jordan's on Clintel apparel
Ever since a kid I dreamed to be a millionaire
I swear I see the picture and it's slowly coming clearer
This is what you wanna hear? Then I be in a city near ya
