Songtexte Loop Run - T. Rich

No
I ain't
Perfect
Baby
But I'll have you red bottoms with the white toes
Have you thinking bout your future for the night over
Coke buffs. Peanut butter seats. White Rover
TRIG slide on the beat. Watch how I focus
Don't know what these Louis cost
But I might quote em
Presidential on me
Woulda thought that I voted
Counting money with the same guys I rolled with
Seen niggas skrrt off roads I paved, huh
Dummy nigga really thought I gave up
Hate working out. I'm just making bank runs
Thought bout coming Cutty. Gold Daytons
Aye, eyes on the finish. Road rage on
Aye, baby in the DMs. When the tape coming
Aye, let's talk over dinner. Come and taste something
Lisa moaning in this bitch. Let me paint something
Let me paint something
Bend it, let me break something
All these niggas looking for my flaws
But it ain't none
I'm from where the apes from
Homie get yo pape up
Pierce came bottles for me
Good, I'm trynna drank some, nigga

I came to party
Hellcat the chargers
Walked in here dolo
Two ratchets on me
Dusse is pouring
You play informant
Bitch I'm important
Two Ks and armor
Suicide doors on something with the roof gone
Niggas swear they poppin. I must not be in the loop huh
Whole city love me cause what I say is the truth huh
Cut a million bitches off
Nigga I ain't lose one
Oooh this shit slap. I just got my groove on
Baby where you from? Looking too foreign
No kids? Shit you trynna half some
Like a coupon
I'm in the stu at two somn
Let the loop run