paroles de chanson Columbia Remix - Young Scooter feat. Rick Ross, Birdman & Gucci Mane

I can make Cocaine
3.5 kilos on my gold chain
I just flew to Haiti
Zoe fuck around gave me 80
Chickens like the wing-stop
Nigga tried to kill me but I had the thing cocked
They think I know the voo-doo
How they keep showing my ghost on that channel 2
I′m having dreams and nightmares
MJ moon-walking on them white squares
I'm a boss not a Capo
Pussy nigga time to call me el chapo
Trappin′ till a hundred mill
Built a mansion for my killers out in Summer Hill
Bad Bitches never fuck with yall
We fuck em then we drop em off in them muscle cars
Chrome wheels and them rally stripes
Third party conversations through them satellites
Lil nigga got a appetite
We do em and we pray they momma have a candlelight
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get em in by the metrotons
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia now we get em in by the metroton
I just left Colombia
Fly, skinny tires I ain't frontin none
Bitch they call me Birdman
Whip it from the kitchen to the curb man
Used to rob blocks on them backstreets
Dippin through them backstreets
Traveling with 10 a piece
Kingpin lifestyle
Million on the whip, hunnid mil, hunnid thou
20 million on a new home
Line tap got me hustling off of five phones
Gotta get it by all means
Put it down for my city from a triple beam
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get em in by the metrotons
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia now we get em in by the metroton
I was trapping outta granny house I broke the screen door
Rappers say they kingpins but ain't never seen dope
Whippin dope in every bowl you can′t find a clean bowl
Long line full of fiends, Gucci need a green store
Wanna visit Coca-Cola come to Gucci mane store
And I ain′t never told a soul I why did Nino snitch fo'?
R.I.P. Pimp, shouts to Bun
I just sold a metric ton
I got 99 bricks and I still won′t front you one
Hop up out that airplane
Me and Hector got a meeting with the rich gang
Free my nigga Poo Tang, sold more dope than every rapper in the rap game
Really seen them truck loads, came a long way from them country dirt roads
I own Lil Mexico, pushing bricks from the east to the west coast
Summerime I'm charging 16, you got ugly bricks you know my re-mix look clean
Im BMG stamping everything, the streets mine and you′ll never see a drought again
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get em in by the metrotons
I can make cocaine
I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia now we get em in by the metroton