Topaz Jones - D. O. A. paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson D. O. A. - Topaz Jones



Everybody in my neighborhood respected and feared your grandfather
All the guys I came up with said "Don't mess with Mr. Jones"
I got
Wanted posters up all over the block
How you 'posed to pose for the photos when opps takin' the shots?
Got em open with the bars
Don't end up over the rocks
You niggas sweet
Probably belong in a cocktail with some Schnapps
School of Hard Knocks
All them lessons I won't forget it
My energy so kinetic
My enemies so pathetic
They stealin' my whole aesthetic
I'm keepin' it copacetic
And that's only the tip of the frozen lettuce
I remember getting rotten tomatoes in my direction
If you was salty then
By now you got hypertension
The streets was a muse
When I debuted my collection
Receipts for the dues
I been paying with my attention
Cut the tension with a paring knife
Hey didn't your parent mention
Ain't nothing fair in life
'Tis the season for me to turn up the Fahrenheit
They wearing ice
Quit the cappin'
For Instagram likes with witty captions
How ill is He with the rapping? (uh)
Snip your ribbon ripping the package
Need respect like Aretha
I'm young, gifted
And blackin'
Even though ain't no metal plating my dental
My mental on platinum plaquing
(Brr, Brr)
What happened to dat boy?
They want him dead or alive
He aim for your top five
With that thang off his belt
Faster than an asteroid
I got ghosts in my scope
Like I'm Dan Aykroyd (Who the fuck you gonna call?)
I bet they down for trading places with me now
Globe trottin'
Practice my bonjour and my ni-hao
Ever have a son
He gettin' named after three thou
Da Art of Storytellin' is to blame when I peace out (yeah)
Dead or Alive (dead or alive)
Dead or Alive (dead or alive)
Dead of Alive (owww)



Writer(s): Angelo Mota, G.d.b. Jones


Topaz Jones - Don't Go Tellin' Your Momma
Album Don't Go Tellin' Your Momma
date de sortie
23-04-2021




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