paroles de chanson February - Sl4YERS*

Reid
Saint in this motherfuckin'

This a leather jacket not a Moncler
In my Jordans I step on the concrete
All my goals I motherfucken' conquer em
Almost fell down in a void, all my opps I cannot avoid
Always knew Romani got a voice, born in Feb I gotta rejoice
Walking in, walk in with a fucken puffer
Smoking sativa that shit got me buff
He tryna fight but that nigga ain't tough
He wanna fight but he ain't that guy
I'ma go up and touch the sky, that's the main goal going up
I'ma keep on pushing for my goals
Jump in the ride we finna go home
I'm on the road with the gang, we finna go to the bank
To the top I'ma go can't stop
I'ma keep on going for my mom and my pops
I keep on chasing the bag ain't no stopping
Main goal to keep on filling all my pockets
The main goal to keep on pushing for my profits
Main goal to get the bag and go deposit
I'm like a boss I'm Rick hoodied up
I'm tryna spend and get back all my funds
I'm on the runway doing fashion shows
I love my garments and all my clothes
I keep on speeding, don't care bout the limit
This a big boy truck not a Bimmer
Put my foot on the gas and I'm gone
I'ma keep on going like a winner
I'ma keep on counting all these commas
I'm on X that's a big fact (X Factor)
That's a huge fact, how I keep on moving with the gang
I'ma keep on moving with the gang
Get the bag nigga with the gang
Get yo money up with the gang
Like a Krabby Patty, get the fucken secret formula
I was going through the emotions
Had to turn that shit to motion
I don't show no emotion, there's plenty fish in the ocean
But you crying bout one bitch, she do not love you
She want your money
The ho wan' get all the profit, the ho wan' eat all my money

Lamb truck, moving with the gang with range truck
Lamb truck, I want all these racks I'ma get sum
Lamb truck, I just want the bag with the gang so
Lamb truck, I want all these racks I'ma get sum