ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lançamentos de álbuns
Artistas
Comunidade
francês
Espanhol
Português
corrija a letra Letra
PMW
por
Potter Payper
Retornar
Letra
pu**y, money, weed, but I can't forget the Hennessy Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy (Bow) Blinded by the love, that you never see the jealousy Probably why I smoke like a hippy in the '70s My mother was a hustler, I guess it's just hereditary (Mummy) 'Cah I can't help but seem to grind like there's ten of me Come home, pushin' weight, call it hustle memory (Get it?) Bricks on the floor like a primary school assembly (Forget it) In three whole years, a lot of people didn't check for me So now I'm home, I just hope you keep that energy (For real) I got a G's on my kicks, put McQueen on my chick My machine on my hip, 'cah I got beef on my strip I put the G in gang, 'cah I'm a G on my own (Solo) pu**y, money, weed, I just need the Patrón I used to pat man down like where my keys? Where my phone? (Where they?) I told probation I'm a rapper, now just leave me alone ('Low me) I don't understand a lot of man, but each to their own I really mashed a lot of work, I don't need to promote I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape, and I don't need to promote But f**k it, Training Day, Training Day, that's three in a row And I just got a reload, I'm 'bout to ski up the slopes When I remember nights I used to sleep in the cold (Freezin') 'Til I learned to rock with this grease in a bowl D Zino'll probably scheme on your grow Put the tracker on your motor, watch you leavin' your home I got grub comin' in for as cheap as it goes And if you're puttin' in the work, then you can see the results I said you're puttin in the work, you're gon' see the results (Trust me) pu**y, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier Gang trap, bang, that's all apart of the dosier I smell like weed, this ain't Jean Paul Gaultier (Nah) Brown on the table but that ain't coffee stains I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways You gotta catch a bird for you to know it's not a game But I got beef and sauce like bolognese But I got fire and I'm like Johnny Blaze (Haha) Thirty six hours in the booth but I've had longer days Mind how you speak or my G, I'll box your face Lucky I ain't let this ting sing like Songs of Praise Don't get lost 'round 'ere G, the block's a maze Barking and Dagenham, bodies just drop like fashion And we got a OT passion (Real life) I got Chucks with me, you don't want that action RIP, another Instagram caption pu**y, money, weed, and a one-two Magnum When I'm with shawty, pretty bad, ride me like Harley She get wet-wet like a swimming pool party Back it up 'pon me like Notting Hill Carni' Get money and I still grind, I'm gnarly And I ain't tryna play no game like Serani (No way) Yo, I said I ain't tryna play no game like Serani pu**y, money, weed, and I can't forget the Hennessy Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy (Bow) You're blinded by the love, that you never see the jealousy (Nah, never) pu**y, money, weed, I just need the Patrón (Need that) I told probation I'm a rapper, now just leave me alone (Leave that) I really mashed a lot of work that I don't need to promote (Believe that) I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape that I don't need to promote pu**y, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier Gang trap, bang, that's all apart of the dosier I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways (For real) You gotta hold a bird for you to know it's not a game Free the guys I can't lie to you, crime pays in a lot of ways 2020 Vision pu**y, money, weed Yeah, that's that
vídeo de música
Seu nome será publicado. Deixe os campos em branco para permanecer anônimo.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Adicionar mídia
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Lembre de mim
Senha perdida
Entrar
Registrarse