paroles de chanson IMPALAS AND DRUMMERZ - DATALIFE feat. ILL Habbit

Yeah, DATALIFE, and ILL Habbit
We whippin' Impalas with them drummerz We got that bang bang, you know they love us
We them hot shots, them motherfuckers Take your best shot, we ain't no suckers
They doin' hop-scotch, they wanna touch us We pass them hard times, we bout to run it
Straight up the sideline, like if you Punt it We lay them hard rhymes, well we done it we done it

The boys watching for the dog calling Paw Patrol
Before I pick 'em up I get the call they all sold
The feds not stopping me, take a chance monopoly
All on Broadway serving on yo property
Pockets on chunky eyes On Buffy
Balling in yo State I'm ain't talking bout Muncie
Shorty gotta top me Cause she all on her monthly
Thought it was Saturday hit the dayshift on Monday
Man i be clowning but don't dare call me krusty
The boy wrestle with the work,
Jared Dudley in the streets. I got them bankrolls, and I'm fresh riding in the streets, listening to bankroll fresh
Told them hit my books for a verse or a hook
Chefin in the Stu I can show you how to cook
Told them hit my books for a verse or a hook
Chefin in the Stu I can show you how to cook

We whippin' Impalas with them drummerz We got that bang bang, you know they love us
We them hot shots, them motherfuckers Take your best shot, we ain't no suckers
They doin' hop-scotch, they wanna touch us We pass them hard times, we bout to run it
Straight up the sideline, like if you Punt it We lay them hard rhymes, well we done it we done it

Guess who's out of his million dollar crib? datalife, boy
I'm been on the low, handlin' my biz Raising my three kids
Do the right thing, I'ma show them how to live
Now look what I done did
Overcome them trials and the tribulations
That people like you and me
We steady facin' me and time Time and I, we forever racin
You can find me on the track, Where I be lovely lacin' in the booth
I spit the truth, only few That really know what DATA do, but that gon' change
And you and you gon' be the proof I chatter to chatter to chatter, chatter til I chip a tooth
Alarm sounds, man, continuance from yesterday That's my mobile notifying, hit the interstate
I been goin' hard in the booth all night Cause I got things to say, but It's gettin' late
Cut that take, peace out, bruh, ready, break

We whippin' Impalas with them drummerz We got that bang bang, you know they love us
We them hot shots, them motherfuckers Take your best shot, we ain't no suckers
They doin' hop-scotch, they wanna touch us We pass them hard times, we bout to run it
Straight up the sideline, like if you Punt it We lay them hard rhymes, well we done it we done it