paroles de chanson Shimmy - Landspeed

They say I'm lifestyler
New whip and I'm wylin'
Designer, new shit, that I'm stylin'
Desire, caught a case and I'm smilin'
Outsider, he a fake and he lyin'

God damn son
Why you gotta' make plans, why you gotta' run
Why you gotta' fake friends, why you gotta' gun
You goin' off the deep end, get the shit done, huh

Huh, huh, I'm moving out of touch
Cuttin' in line, sorry bitch I hate to budge
Fuckin' up life, like I'm livin' with a grudge
Feelin' so fine, I ain't even take drugs

This is how it goes when you fuckin' with the bros
Bloodstains on your clothes, leave you leakin' at the nose
Do it like a pro when I'm moving back and forth
Shimmy shimmy, oh no! Move it back and drop it low

This is how it goes when you fuckin' with the bros
Bloodstains on your clothes, leave you leakin' at the nose
Do it like a pro when I'm moving back and forth
Shimmy shimmy, oh no! Move it back and drop it low

Red light, tail pipe, nothin' left for you
A1, fuck boy, no choice left for you
No crew, who you? Do you know
We the speed crew Mewtwo, you through, done with you

I don't know what the fuck you been told
But my time like money and my money never old
I know you fuck boys take it safe take it slow
Gekko on the go, lay in silent 'till I blow

The Dior chain cost 3 or 4,
And I'd spend a little money just to have a little more
Keep my diamonds on ice, just to fuckin' keep 'em cold
And my jewelry my life, Imma' fake it 'till I fold

Bitch, where my bracelet
Lost it, better cop a new replacement
Bust a bag or two to buy it, gotta chase it
Speedboys make you drop it when the bass hit, when the bass hit

God damn son
Why you gotta' make plans, why you gotta' run
Why you gotta' fake friends, why you gotta' gun
You goin' off the deep end, get the shit done