That's Matt 301 - B Around paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson B Around - That's Matt 301



On the way up they all come back around
On the way down when it's tough they bluff and never Be around
Quit playing tough you a clown you'll run before we run a round
I rep the state got a base in almost every single town
So I'm a always B around
Take a glance at me now, Diamonds dancing round
Cigars full of loud not no Black and Mild
Come give Papi a trial Tell ya B.F ciao
Let's get some chow
Now you like Meow at the Hibachi eating fish and cows
Grew up as a misfit child, Smart but problematic
So I calculated patience, sold my back wait to the addicts
Some say I'm too dramatic, or too over intuitive
Well imagine almost getting back stabbed but sniffed out who it is
Choose to let them live and they'll tell everything they did
And what you didn't do, Option number 2 still on the table too
Mind got to be stable fool
Use rubber gloves when scratching the serial labels off
Only time I cry is when I cough from the smoke
Every suite is presidential we don't need to take a vote
Mr.Fly Shit Only, 1st Class take notes
UPS got me finessing without stressing leaving post
So I'm good nigga
On the way up they all come back around
On the way down when it's tough they bluff and never Be around
Quit playing tough you a clown you'll run before we run a round
I rep the state got a base in almost every single town
So I'm a always B around
Head Spinning, Money Driven, Now I'm Winning
Car shopping, Shoplifting, Had to get it
Night missions, if they bite we going fishing
Still sinning, devil grinning, God forgive me
Hope ya listening
If you not I'm still praying with the A and E
Not trying to be on the First 48 on A&E
Cover all my bases my basic plans backed with A through Z
All else fails all I'll be left with in the end is me
I got enemies wasting energies
Got nymphos want to strip clothes and hit poses
Running me on the road like let's get going Starbucks just opened
And the traffic'll Be ferocious
Eighteen hours to Miami straight business this ain't no road trip
Tank full of THC like what are roaches
I'm focused
But every now and then I get bugged by a fiend for some green
Call them locusts
Thankful for the Queens on my team, Call me Lucious
Burying the green in the ground I'm Frank Lucas
Boy I'm really round rarely time to make music
Let me turn you to a student
Really teach you how to do this
Your tuition is the work, just show you know how to move it
Uninfluenced by temptation Everyday is what you make it
Being lazy is not patience, it ain't given I'm a take it
Weed, smoke or I'm a bake it
Got back to the basics
Money coming on its own now
Barely need to chase it



Writer(s): Matthew Burrell


That's Matt 301 - Red Paint
Album Red Paint
date de sortie
02-09-2020




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