paroles de chanson Stallion (Intro) - E-Money

Alright Look

Today I woke up early
In the city of Sterling
In a race against time
Like Kentucky Derby

The Clock read 6:30
But my minds in a hurry
In a need to optimize
Procrastination my worries

Worlds getting cold
Got my coat for the flurries
Keep me saddled up
That way the ride stayin sturdy

I want a bitch to do the same
I wanna smart bitch maybe nerdy
wanna bitch with some brain
But she still hella curvey

Want her riding insane
I want her to be hella dirty
want her screaming my name
While that pussy is squirting

Get the picture
If you do I'll fuck witcha'
Got no time to play no games
I say that shit just like Chris does

So better get to saddling
Just like Megan Thee Stallion
Cause you ain't worth the battling
The bars that I am handling

s like they heaven sent
You down to ride equestrian?
I've got no time for questioning
Pray to God for blessing him

Pray to God for testing him
Man I pray the lessons win
I Pray he cleans up all my sin
I Pray he rides until the end

I Pray I never lose my pen
Or that I never get content
Till I got horses in the pen
Or that my demons may repent

Pray I keep on goin in
Just for all the money spent
I will turn it to an m
To cover for ever single cent

My two sense keep focusing
Want my tint on five percent
You still will know it's him
The day that I come riding in

Have the horses in the back
For all the days I lacked
Ride until I can't no more
Lil Nas you speaking facts

Did you ever have to ask
The best ever with my raps
Got some shit under my hat
That will keep you running laps

So better grab the reins
If you want to speak my name
Or I'll be gripping mane
Of your girlfriend what's her name?

Man this shits insane
Should I stop or just maintain
But It's hard seeking cover like thunder
Riding through the rain

These shots are in a blunder
Selfish world is going under
It's make it or break it
I'm not getting any younger

So my mind I've got to clear it
Before god calls my number
The nine been in my spirit
There will never be another

Like I'm Matt Damon, man
Listen to what I'm sayin
If you think that I'm playing
This the Belmont that I'm racing

You might end up in the shits
But it's a little creek
I'm subtle with the hints
You boys hit a little peak

Rocky Balboa
Ain't no chance I will slow up
Running the city
Until the whole city blow up

Gallop like Cimarron
Flow hotter than cinnamon
Boy get my dinner on
Put what's left in a different song