paroles de chanson Drug Lord Couture - Nick Grant
The
new
king
now
watch
a
nigga
spazz
The
school
of
hard
knocks,
you
niggas
skipping
class
You
fake,
bumping
Trey
the
only
time
your
trigger
blast
Talking
you
through
the
present
time
I
got
the
gift
of
gab
Jewelry
swinging
like
a
freak
couple
I
got
a
hoe
fetish
Wide
body
Ferrari
look
bowlegged,
we
go-getters
Niggas
that
you
admire
acknowledge
me,
its
prophecy
No
shame
cocaine
white
as
the
dress
on
the
bride
to
be
Pimpin',
promote
the
pussy
like
she
signed
to
me
Nicole
Scherzinger
nigga,
nina
on
my
lap
Here's
my
squirt
finger,
bloaw
how
you
like
me
now
Niggas
telling'
on
the
crowd,
where
the
fuck
is
the
morale
(wow)
I
do
it
all
for
the
love
I
do
it
all
for
the
love
I
do
it
all
for
the
love
I
do
it
all
for
the
love
This
is
for
the
hustler
in
you
Damn
it
feels
good
to
see
people
up
on
it
First
rap
deal,
gave
it
back
didn't
want
it
Your
style
is
haunted,
with
ghostwriters
in
your
corner
I'm
disappointed,
how
silent
killers
turn
informant
At
your
door
like
the
Mormons,
peep
how
bitches
adore
him
I
make
em
freeze
like
when
a
nigga
scared
of
performing
Understand
it,
fuck
with
me
and
up
your
standards
You
tryna
freak
Nick,
baby,
I'm
out
in
Atlanta
(uhh)
Lift
as
you
climb
my
nigga
they
couldn't
carry
us
Said
we
wouldn't
make
it
'til
we
broke
down
the
barriers
These
niggas
name
dropping
pussy
who
u
marrying
Alienate
us,
send
51
niggas
to
your
area
(blaow)
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