paroles de chanson Endorsements - ULTRAVIOLET

Chilling in millions
We're killing old visions
Iller than Satan's willing
I'm billing him for doing his bidding
Sitting on ribbons
A true villain, in disguise
Putting chills in your children
Fulfilling a filling
A murder
With this pen I write

Still in the dealing
While I've been building
Shilling out feelings
These hoes moving silly
Yeah really
I make this million off vocabulary
I'm married to this shit
Bury those before me while I carry
Money order on the way, horny for the bread

Mind a mezzanine
Cattle leader but they label me me the goat
Actavis promethazine tea on my throat
Green trees in my bank account grow
Investing in currency, my craft a true crypto

A foreign bimbo
On his lap
Went from an eye patch
To lens craft, visionary that'll slit your throat
Make money more

This a verbal assault I'm forcing
Not that of sorts that an animal couldn't record
A mage in prose
My rage coursing
On my way to pro according to my bank and my roll
The process I'm living for
Sinning but I'm still getting dough
Making money more
Leave em shaking in their home
We gone break him if he keep saying that he "don't know"
My trigger finger been twitching
Bugging to unload
Tucking blades in my clothes
We've got a carload

Next level
Malevolent
Gets bezels
On paper
It looks easy
To me it is
I'm telling you
Better than who ever
Been spelling a whole hell of a
Lot a they "art" wrong
Yeah we got their shit laid out
Kick em in the head n take his draws
We gagging him now
Make it quick
We dipping out while bagging an ounce.

Got AP-Katie with me for this renaissance,
Licks hit shady
Came up got an entourage
Moving silently
All black or camouflage

Fulfilling prophecies
I'm a prodigy
I got enemies looking up to me
Fronting nothing to no one
What you know about one on one

Swinging at the ground
I drop my crown
Never
Royale how we sipping
Bigger bars
Wetter
Luke warm you spit
I got it on lock
Better
Than most
My snap contacts dead
Saw it in a repost
Holy ghost within me
Shaffermade clothes
Only the lord knows I'm getting
This many O's
She wanna know
She ask me where my money go
I throw it on my pole
Bitch I'm fishing
No "go"
Sneak dissing on those
Closest
You're a rat, you're a hoe
Planning your own funeral
Bury you in Idaho
Shits insulting
My pen my smith and Wesson
We revolting
Cold and I'm often forcing
My focus to bigger portions

Counting thousands by the hundreds
We do em dirty
Dig em deep
And dip for London by the morning
Blood red got me wondering
So many stains on my off white
I could get bleach-cleaner endorsement