SotoKnows - Doomsday paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Doomsday - SotoKnows



I've been getting chunky off of lard squares
This could take a minute honey
You should grab a lawn chair
I count the money twice
I don't care if it was all there
I popped up out the cut
She was thicker than a Moncler
She riding like a Mongoose
Punch lines quick to knock a pussy nigga jaw loose
I want a cute bitch
I ain't mean to get too obtuse
She looked me dead in my eyes
Said them nigga's not you
Im blessing every beat
Like im sneezing nigga, Achoo
Murder was the case
Shouldn't do it but I got to
I did the race in the Range Rover with the snow tires
Ain't no neutral zones
Nigga's trying to play both sides
I'm at a nigga neck
I ain't talking bout a bow tie
Flames on my trail
Like I'm sliding with the Ghost Rider
I'm fly by myself
I ain't never need a co-pilot
Hold up, what you mean bro?
But if I ever did know it'd be my nigga Soto
Tapped in, well known
Nigga from the you know
Ice cream pieces
Nigga's trying to check the details
I'm not the one to try
They know I'm strapped like a seat belt
I keep the Nine on me
Like that nigga named Rajon
Metlife with twenty-six
And I ain't talking Sequan
I be trying to put my youngin on
But he just wanna take some
We left so much on the ground
All she want to do is rake some
Pick that shit up
I'm not playing though
Can i rap?
Look
I just left Bodega with the Needles drip
Four deep
Walking through the streets, on some Beatles shit
Headed to the beach
Blunted where the Seagulls live
Fresh pair of up's
All white, call them kilo kicks
Just painting a picture
Feel like I'm a Van Gogh
Hit the exhibit I swear my fit stole the damn show
But that was over in New York where I get dough
Then go
Business or pleasure, we known to switch coasts
With a Bad Bitch
S.K on her fingernail
Rather keep a dime
I don't do the wishing well
Take the quarter then we make it a half
And shit I came with Oz
That's a zip in the stash
We're doing big numbers on this side
Broke the scoreboard
Run it up
Talking four-by-four
Three, two, one
They're counting me out?
I got them mad now
Missed your chance to get down with the cash cow
Hits like Mike Trout
That stick like Mike Tyson's
Either way
Soto coming smooth with the right hand
Duck!
Already know I'm with the follow up
Bro trust
Out here looking like Starsky and Hutch
Solid as Gold
No I never fold in the clutch
Or I could throw it off the glass
Distributing the bucks
Any competition
Got my money on us
Freeworld
No eight mile
Ok thats enough



Writer(s): Brandon Soto


SotoKnows - Wrap It Up - EP
Album Wrap It Up - EP
date de sortie
13-01-2023




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