Guala - Young Dro paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Young Dro - Guala



Money coming in like the shit free
When you in these streets you don't get no sleep
How he say he the plug, but them number steep?
Not the Trackhawk? I don't want the Jeep
Money counter go Fffp, nigga beep
I feel like Ye' I left blood on the leaf
In the field I got he mud on my cleats
No peanut butter, I want the blood on the seats
When I was down bad nigga it was ugly
Nah, matter of fact nigga it was hideous
How that one L turn that boy into a Christian?
I came up to fast, they say it's ridiculous
Real nigga, fake nigga, me and you, its a difference
He ain't no OG, he playing with the dipper
Every play hit my line call me a real nigga
Told you the bags get sliced in half, no Krillin
Money Power Respect, I'm moving like Ghost
Nigga need a front, but I sold him hope
I came up from shit bitch I need a toast
GoldBills jacket the stick in the coat
Got to keep my stick, 5.56
Serve to many front, put it in my notes
These niggas is starving, these niggas look sick
These niggas is hanging on by the rope
These diamonds is IT, bitch come and float
Drake leave em Weezy, no HollyGrove
That lil Bic aight, but I like the stove
Nigga ain't slime but still wipe your nose
Don't fuck with the strippers, but I love my pole
Break down with the team nigga give and go
I feel like Drake bitch, I'm moving with my woes
Don't play in these streets, that shit get deep
Niggas going out bad, how you ain't know?
Nigga could have been up, but ain't stick to the code
I can really go dumb if I get in that mode
12 get behind us lil nigga go slow
If he hit the lights lil nigga get low
Don't ask for no cash bitch I'm gone tell you no
Drake make a nigga shoulder lean, nigga Young Dro



Writer(s): Daniel Drayton


Guala - 1 Of 1
Album 1 Of 1
date de sortie
30-03-2021




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