Songtexte




Cold snap
Dirty stacks
Cleaned that shit
At the laundromat
Round motherfucking round
Blood splatter
Wash these sins from my hands
With another 800 mil, cash
Hit the secret stash
Tint the windows
Cadillac CTS
Reload the matrix
In my head
Real or fake as fuck
Let's run it back
Got my uzi in my hand
And it likes to talk shit
They'll be calling me the boss
They just don't know it yet
I got the whole world in my hands
Oh yeah
I'm feeling so mafia
Own this city like I'm royal blood
Toasting bread like we're running guns
Now put on my song
Babe I turn that shit up yeah
I'm feeling so mafia
Suit so pretty I could fall in love
Stole the show from the universe
Paid off everyone
Never locking me up
Yeah
Dark side
Mind wipe
Midnight ride
Keep the phone on silent
Violent animosity
On a quiet street
Said lucky me
Trouble comes in threes
At viper speed
Thought they could
End the dynasty
My dream in a dream
Won't forsake me
Don't fuck with me
Cause revenge is sweet
Got my uzi in my hand
And it likes to talk shit
They'll be calling me the boss
They just don't know it yet
I got the whole world in my hands
Oh yeah
I'm feeling so mafia
Own this city like I'm royal blood
Toasting bread like we're running guns
Now put on my song
Babe I turn that shit up yeah
I'm feeling so mafia
Suit so pretty I could fall in love
Stole the show from the universe
Paid off everyone
Never locking me up
Yeah



Autor(en): Brett Larson Copyright: Self Published Through Distrokid


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