Greekdagod feat. Boosa305 - Explosive paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Explosive - Greekdagod




Quick, quick, quick, play it with me, Rayyan
Yeah, I be cutting up like a DJ, I put it on camera and play it on replay
We acting a fool on them B-Days, I hang with my Crips from the C-Days
Get high for life in the race, on the trip and we hop in the gate
And I took a little trip to see my little nigga, I re-up my pockets and straight
One a million, I'm trying to get paid, taking flights, that's a trip overseas
Push a P, I'm balling with ease, on my whips, they a hundred or better
Want you more when you dripping in diamonds, going hard but I kill them with kindness
Had no minds, been standing on business, when it's lit, we light up the city
One shot, kill, kill, kill, kill, no, I don't shoot the missile
I'm on my Jay-Z blueprint, all of my gang in this bitch
Thank God, get too fucked, sip, but haters don't like me
Ain't nobody getting no hands on them, my niggas got indicted
30 years, hard time, long time, just to be away from family
I'm on my Kanye, swaying in the morning, nigga, you ain't got the answers
Tom Brady in this bitch, nah, this Kobe mix with Shaq
I give a fuck how you feel, I came to take it back to back
Yeah, still getting money, we ain't even going to college
Yeah, she give me brain, I still don't got no knowledge
Yeah, 20 for the roadie, you know I had to cop it
Yeah, 50 on the card, you know I'm going shopping
Yeah, niggas so drip, I ain't even got a stylist
Yeah, too many clothes, I can't find an option
Yeah, all this money on me, I'm trying to stay balanced
Yeah, all these foreigns, you know they got talent
I'm always on the grind with my plug and combo
You know I'm bad and my shorties bad too, combo
When I'm in the club, we order drinks, tons of bottles
I'm switching lanes, candy paint
You know I'm in a different state, my life is a movie
And y'all niggas opps, niggas know about me
Y'all niggas not, niggas know what I do
Fouthy in my wrist, fouthy on my chain
Niggas know me, switching lanes, candy paint
Candy paint Lips banging shorty frame
And you know me, I got to stay in my lane
Foreign chicks, that's the only thing
Foreign chicks, you know my aim



Writer(s): Charles Burroughs


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