paroles de chanson Rest in Peace Virgil - 7ason Margiela

If I pull up Bimmer then it's M
Hear the engine then it's him
Carey weapons like I'm Jim
I'm wit' a dike but she a fem
Countin' money in my Mikes like I'm a pimp I get chips
You know we don't do no trippin if you want we take a trip
I switch bitches and my whips
Switch outfits after I hit
Might be Virgil might be Rick
Movin' turtle how I sip
Never nervous when I blitz
Never worried I don't miss
Give me mouth I give you dick
You know I don't pay for shit

You wanna ride with Margiela huh?
(With Margiela?)
You got your groove you feel like Stella huh?
(Oh you Stella?)
Yellow black Marni sweater lemon pepper huh?
(Lemon pepper?)
You walked away from yo nigga for a stepper huh?
I been what they waitin' on
They say I been takin' long
I don't leave that banger home
I brought a Topanga home
And I'm from the 7 you bet not throw up yo fingers wrong
And I keep a weapon if you want it we can get it on
I put it on and keep it on
Nothin' on my cheap at all
Boy you bet not reach at all
Burner in the keepall
Virgil rug say "Keep Off" but you can but yo knees on
You know what I be on I run it back like Deion

If I pull up Bimmer then it's M
Hear the engine then it's him
Carey weapons like I'm Jim
I'm wit' a dike but she a fem
Countin' money in my Mikes like I'm a pimp I get chips
You know we don't do no trippin if you want we take a trip
I switch bitches and my whips
Switch outfits after I hit
Might be Virgil might be Rick
Movin' turtle how I sip
Never nervous when I blitz
Never worried I don't miss
Give me mouth I give you dick
You know I don't pay for shit

You niggas got me fucked up
I went to jail you lucked up
Hope you got yo bucks up
Now we pulling trucks up
I know the truth you niggas scared
They went under the bed then I was goin' fed
All I see is red
All I want is head
All yo friends is dead
All my friends in jail
That's cuz they ain't tell
I'm him can't you tell?
I think they on my trail so I ride with my bail
30 on my like Adele
Bread old think it's stale
I just broke a scale
She just broke a nail
She want me to fuck her in my closet I can tell
But I'm just gon' fuck her with my potna (Nah for real)

If I pull up Bimmer then it's M
Hear the engine then it's him
Carey weapons like I'm Jim
I'm wit' a dike but she a fem
Countin' money in my Mikes like I'm a pimp I get chips
You know we don't do no trippin if you want we take a trip
I switch bitches and my whips
Switch outfits after I hit
Might be Virgil might be Rick
Movin' turtle how I sip
Never nervous when I blitz
Never worried I don't miss
Give me mouth I give you dick
You know I don't pay for shit