paroles de chanson TRACKRACE! - SUG4RHILL

Do what I do and do what I say
Yuh, FN inside his brain
Yea, with no plane
Yuh, VVS diamonds flawless chain
Yea, tell them all to stay in they lane
Yea, I just want the money, fuck the fame
Yuh, they be like "Mo, What u became?"
What?, ain't no time to fuckin' complain
Huh, (yeah)
Peep the diamonds on my wrist, yea, these bitches flawless (yea)
Huh, huh, you gon die, like you Chris Wallace, huh (aah)
Fuck with us you better be so big, thoughtless (yeah)
I sip too much drank, now I'm feelin' big, nauseous (huh, huh, huh)

And yo hoe she fuck with games when it's just us
And ya bitch keep sippin' on drank

And I turn the lights off at 333, when it's 666 she bust in us
Big body lamb truck go to the GLE, go back to the dumb truck

Brand new SRT, pull up to the function with 500 lamb trucks
I'm only 15 but I wanna get high on all these drugs, drugs, yea
K2, SPICE and I sip drank 'cause I don't give no fucks
What, yuh, homicide, homicide, homicide
(PINKCITYTRAP)
Go, go, go, go, glo, glo, glo
Glo, grow, grow, grow, grow, go
Go, go, go
Higher than anything that I ever been before
I was nervous when I heard you knocking on my door
And I put that big body lamb truck right on top the floor
Sippin' too much tris and now my head's moving in slo-mo
Prada on my shades and I got Ricks on my feet
Yea, I be on time for this beat
Huh, what?, bring me a girl, I'm finna cheat, on God
Run the track race, how I run this beat (yeah)
Run the track race, how I run this beat, yeah
Run the track race, how I run this beat, yeah
Run the track race, how I run this beat, yeah
Run the track race, how I run this beat, yeah
Run the track race, how I run this beat, yeah
Run the track race, how I run this beat, yeah