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)