Lyrics:
fuck with me
No love inside my smile, put ice on my teeth
Boy gets out, I'll give my bro some Bentley keys
The Bentleys what I want, the Raris what I
sold their soul
Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero's
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how
schwingen
Ich brauch 'nen kühlen Kopf beim Business mit Gewaltverbrecher-Ringen
Ich bin kein V.I.P., ich bin V.I.P.I.M.P.
Guns unter
5 or 6 over-vision and a pirate
That **** who ordered that quarter **** ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole **** of **** and I ain't even high yet
mowers
Say dutch time, roll up it's clutch time
And I burn mine, don't you ever ever touch mine
Fire it up dog, but watch out for 5-0
Eyes low from plenty
weak ass hoes
I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold
Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0
License to spend it, I
the sun
Zero equals one
There's nothing new under the sun
East Bay
Five one oh to nine two five's son
I'm like
Hey friend
Bitch I'm not your fucking friend
vykladam nohy na stôl
Už je pol? (už je pol?)
Už je pol
(Už je pol?)
(Jeau)
Chcel by si iba clout
Pre nás si dávno out
Ty si stále dole v jame my šlapeme na
Five-O)
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all startin' to make sense
My moms happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
Headcrack, time to get the bread black!
4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's
windows, they jealous and envy
They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley
They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick
I said I'm a killa', god
call it New Jack, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I got a blue Jag
I make that cash talk
I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode nigga
Two twenty five
of the V get to squeezing (Boom, boom)
Nigga act up get broke into pieces
Turnt em to pack so I light up my reefer
Shit a get cold you would think it's
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
neighborhood hero
I know, I don't know, my neck below zero
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I
pushin V 12 motors
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit bitch, I know you smell
myself
Made a hundred grand by myself
Made a hundred grand by myself
Look what I did yea
I put the tints on the whip yea
And it's about five percent
myself
Made a hundred grand by myself
Made a hundred grand by myself
Look what I did yea
I put the tints on the whip yea
And it's about five percent
Is y?all ready for Twenty-0-7, it?s now another drought
Everyone?s a killer, wow we buggin out
Since 86 showin the crowd what I?m about
And they
Fuck school, nigga, I'ma be a dope dealer
I'ma be a killa, yep, a urban guerrilla
I'ma stack scrilla, yeah, buy me a villa
Sell a 5-0 to my auntie
Bentley made by Bentley Motors
Bentley Mulsanne I leased it, it's not rented
Red dot for your head, green dot for my niggas in the penitentiary
Looking real
Keep a four-five, keep a four-five (ay)
Dripping sticky icky, just like a bee hive
(ay) and I might cop a crib by the seaside
(fo real)
Never solo in
the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (skrrt)
I put the bitch in
плохой!
Эй, Эй, сука 7-5
Эй, Эй, 2-0-23
Эй, Эй, Эй, Эй, Эй, Эй, SACHAND - скажи им!
Пр
Покажи свой bentley
Покажи свой гелик
Расскажи о том как ты
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