paroles de chanson George Habash - Young Abdulleh

Spent like 50 thousand dollars, Patek up on Voss (Voss)
Remember when I was trapping out the blood money, finding deals at Ross (Ross)
Hidden in the hills and I'm lost up in the sauce (Aye)
Running from the FEDS, feeling like I'm George Habash (George Habash)
Like I'm George Habash, man I'm just like George Habash (Aye)
Wanna see me dead on the cross (Woo)
I'm the head huncho, I'm the mothafuckin' boss (Woo)
I'm the father god, man I'm the father god (Father god)

Jose double cup in the Acura, yeah
Molly bite down like she Dracula, yeah
Only spitting facts, we so accurate, yeah
Back on the Xan, I might act up
Got my shooters on me, got the back up
Working at Legarza, got my cash up
Jumped so many fences that they asked me for my green card
Put in special ed cause they thought I was a retard
Leather jacket, Saint Laurent, I'm lookin' like a rockstar
Heard a couple kids talkin' shit, got the cops called
You know I'm from the Bay cause all my niggas wearing Carhartt
And all my niggas goin' so hard
Jackie Chan Richard Mille (Woo!)
700k, 1 in 20 made, got a Draco on my waist
Post on Instagram, thought I retired from the game
Flow like Tay-K, win the race, I'm in shape
Bought a house in Atherton and steak up on my plate
Used to live on Whitman Way, I used to run away
COD grenade, in the strip club make it rain
Coming straight from Palestine, 600 to his name

Go no ways for these halfway hoes that are quote and quote models
V6 Camaro, it's blue, full throttle
Solving all my problems and I'm drinking out the bottle
Pourin' up the coedine, man I feel like Kobe
Fuck a bitch, don't want her pregnant, vasectomy
Hit it and I quit it, pass her to the homie
Backwood blunts, I'm high as fuck, it got me stoney
Tata Estear looking at my bank account
Always checking on my fucking whereabouts
Diamonds in my grandma's dresser, look what I just found
She like yi wala di, yallah taraf inti
Don't make me go on beast mode like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Nobody ahead of us and we don't chase no bitch
We don't fuck with other niggas, only in the 6
Swear to god if you try to run up on me
Strap myself, fucking kamikaze
Numbers on my back and my name is wanted
San Bruno broke boys catching bodies

Spent like 50 thousand dollars, Patek up on Voss (Voss)
Remember when I was trapping out the blood money, finding deals at Ross (Ross)
Hidden in the hills and I'm lost up in the sauce (Aye)
Running from the FEDS, feeling like I'm George Habash (George Habash)
Like I'm George Habash, man I'm just like George Habash (Aye)
Wanna see me dead on the cross (Woo)
I'm the head huncho, I'm the mothafuckin' boss (Woo)
I'm the father god, man I'm the father god (Father god)