paroles de chanson Sleepin' in a Mansion - Fredo Santana

Pourin' up in traffic in that foreign
I don't want ya bitch man she boring
All white coke like it's snowing
Yeah I'm in my glory, see me glowing
Brand new chopper and his hands up
Hollow tip bullets got him dancin'
Came along way from a kitchen
Now a nigga sleepin' in a mansion
Came a long way from gang banging on the block
Robbin' niggas with that Tommy on dummy
Now I got a couple trap houses, couple pent houses
Couple AKs, a lot of bitches, a lot of money
(A couple [?] shots make 'em fall back
Two Nines strapped up ready for combat
Finesse you out your brick so don't call back
You ready for a war make sure [?] that)
I don't want your bitch man she too basic
Yea, I'm gettin' money like I'm Caucasian
See I don't fuck with niggas, man, they too fugazy
Savage Squad Records man, we too crazy
Woke up like I'm superman
30k up in my pocket, gun up in my hand
Coke so white that it need a tan
Coke so white it's with the Ku Klux Klan
Owe me money, you don't pay off what you have
I kill 'em for your Fredo that's what your shooters said
That's what my Rugers said
Kill a nigga then go laugh about it then I pop a 'Zan
Pull up smokin' kush, sippin' on this fuckin' high tech
Posted up with the game on this fuckin' squad shit
Fredo trap ain't doin' numbers man I call that nonsense
Rerockin' remixin' just to get a profit
Squad