Songtexte




Lets go, lets go!
Cuban link on my neck
I'm fucking ballin'
Fake friends always fucking calling me
We gon' crash out like the fucking stock market
Better duck down boy, I never miss a target
Blow his fucking brains out, make him go retarded
Time to murder this beat with my fucking flow
Ice all up on me
It's beginning to snow
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
They call me the boss, I'm bagging your hoe
She's always in the backstage of my show
Spittin' bars like I'm reading off a fucking dictionary
Got a kalashnikov on my back
You know that shit is scary
Bitch, I'm smoking this dope, got me feeling high
Done so many sins, bitches screaming crucify
Cuban link on my neck
I'm fucking ballin'
Fake friends always fucking calling me
We gon' crash out like the fucking stock market
Better duck down boy, I never miss a target
Blow his fucking brains out, make him go retarded
Time to murder this beat with my fucking flow
Ice all up on me
It's beginning to snow
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr
Drivin' round in a foreign with cuban on my neck
Just crashed my fucking hellcat in a tree, now it's a wreck
Smith and Wesson on my hip, you know we gon' do some holes
Got a iced out wrist, bitch, I'm froze
Bitch, I'm froze, bitch, I'm froze
Bitch, I'm froze, bitch, I'm froze
Cuban link on my neck
I'm fucking ballin'
Fake friends always fucking calling me
We gon' crash out like the fucking stock market
Better duck down boy, I never miss a target
Blow his fucking brains out, make him go retarded
Time to murder this beat with my fucking flow
Ice all up on me
It's beginning to snow



Autor(en): Anton Stertman, Noel Gustav Jonas Lärksäter



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