paroles de chanson Primetime - DJ Esco feat. Doe Boy

Go, go, go, go, go, go (Deion)

We got 21 racks, Deion Sanders
21 savages, 21 hammers

Rockin′ 21 racks like ol' Deion
Like ol′ Deion
Fendi to the floor, shove my ass on a peon
She don't come correct, get her ass left behind
Yuh through them racks then, run through 'em
Flick it through them Blues, watch how quick I talk through ′em
Run through them racks then, run through ′em
Hall of fame ballin' watch how quick I talk through ′em

Police know how I'm comin′, been a savage since you met me
Intercept like Deion, fuck a bitch bestie
Diamonds so cold my clique can't help me
You ain′t no baddie, you know how to take selfies

I got 21 racks, ooh Deion Sanders
See you with that sad fuck and his stripper and his laughter
All this Fendi on me, if I want her I can have her
I throw hard dollars turn a housewife to a dancer
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Money counter, beep, that's a whole move
Pussy flooded, ain't gon′ make the hole move
Keep it young and fuck around, shoot up a whole school
Brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr, brr (Deione)

We got 21 racks, Deion Sanders
21 savages, 21 hammers

Rockin′ 21 racks like ol' Deion
Like ol′ Deion
Fendi to the floor, shove my ass on a peon
She don't come correct, get her ass left behind
Yuh through them racks then, run through ′em
Flick it through them Blues, watch how quick I talk through 'em
Run through them racks then, run through ′em
Hall of fame ballin', watch how quick I talk through 'em

Pussy nigga playin′ with the pack, interception
Dey go runnin′ off in the other direction
Young and got a man, and I'm flop, like her dress an′
Your favourite IG model in my condo cookin' breakfast
Shoes cost 2000 not 200
Bougie rich nigga, Gucci socks 200
They think I′m expensive how I'm blowin′ blue hunids
Told her young thug nigga, they ain't no money
Ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh (Deion)
Ooh, ooh, ohh, ooh (Deion)

We got 21 racks, Deion Sanders
21 savages, 21 hammers

Rockin' 21 racks like ol′ Deion
Like ol′ Deion
Fendi to the floor, shove my ass on a peon
She don't come correct, get her ass left behind
Yuh run through them racks then, run through ′em
Flickin' through them Blues, watch how quick I talk to ′em
Run through them racks then, run through 'em
Hall of fame ballin′, watch how quick I talk to 'em

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