Mak11 feat. Eeynjay - Professional paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Professional - Mak11 feat. Eeynjay



Imma do my thang, bitch they know that
Never lose a game, shit that's no cap
I go too insane, I can't hold back
I can't move the same as these slow cats
Thought they knew the name, it's a known fact
Walk into the place, they get blown back
Shots right to his face cuz he a mole rat
God gon give him grace, now where the pole at
I remember popping pills, but I ain't have prescriptions
I ain't ever got a deal, but I stay mad persistent
Had to flex on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent
They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient
Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press me bro
Another echelon, I'm destined for the best you know
Can't fuck with messy hoes, ain't stressing they get left alone
So what I'm lesser known, ain't resting cuz I'm next to blow
I'm smoking medical, my focus is incredible
My foes identical, they broke I'm thinking skeptical
They code unethical, got hold of them with tentacles
They so detestable, can't doze off on them decimals
Want a Rolie bezel flooded frozen like some vegetables
All I know is get this money wrote it on my schedule
Follow code keep shit a hunnit hoe I'm so exceptional
Got it so damn lit it's jumping sorta like a festival
I'm highly intellectual, she grinding getting sexual
They dive in my direction cuz they dying for attention bro
My grind is unquestionable, these guys so impressionable
My style unobjectionable, they highly disreputable
I remember popping pills, but I ain't have prescriptions
I ain't ever got a deal, but I stay mad persistent
Had to flex on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent
They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient
Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press me bro
Another echelon, I'm destined for the best you know
Can't fuck with messy hoes, ain't stressing they get left alone
So what I'm lesser known, ain't resting cuz I'm next to blow
All about my mula, let's keep it professional
I be rapping, y'all be capping, let's get technical
I got the tech, I got the nine, I'm at your stomach hoe
A number one, I cannot run, know what I'm destined for
Rolie on my wrist, and time is money thought I'd let you know
Diamonds dripping off me, bitches mad they hate to see my glow
My swag is untouchable, your bitches are questionable
My pussy is edible, and my money keep growing, hoe
I remember getting money from a fuck nigga
Now I boss up, making moves on a fuck nigga
EeyNJay in this bitch, you know what's up nigga
Popping bitches in the face with a stack, nigga
I remember popping pills, but I ain't have prescriptions
I ain't ever got a deal, but I stay mad persistent
Had to flex on y'all for real, they hate on Mak consistent
They can't catch the ball I kill they game, I'm damn proficient
Yes I'm professional, the pressure never press me bro
Another echelon, I'm destined for the best you know
Can't fuck with messy hoes, ain't stressing they get left alone
So what I'm lesser known, ain't resting cuz I'm next to blow



Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald


Mak11 feat. Eeynjay - Against All Odds
Album Against All Odds
date de sortie
14-05-2021



Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.