paroles de chanson Street Symphony - Zlaurent

Tryna buy my momma crib in the hills
I ain't readin' no shit I ain't signing a deal
I'm with some goons that'll tie forty mill
I smoke the gas I ain't popping no pill
Ain't sweet like a swisher I love how it feel
Never fold my pride
Come and slide outside
Sparking these lights like it's Vegas
Run in your crib I'm going to leave it all vacant
I don't give fucks till we talking about payment
Nah they don't got sickle cell but I be testing more shots to the patient
She wanna fuck with me
Well come and fuck with me
I don't got time she ain't got any patience
That's a broke boy calling

Stuffing these racks in my Amiri jeans
She said that she love you while on her knees
I'm putting the work in go far for my team
In a rolls royce truck
I remember all the days
When I would just pray
To see all the money in every which way
I've been true to myself cannot let no guard down
I just want them to hear everything that I say
This is my way
Cant be going out sad
Cant be going out bad
That's why I be gripping my Nina
Patek on me dripping water
She talking about marriage don't bother
(Yea, Yea)
I want all the smoke that's why they talking
(Yea, Yea)
I sing Melodys she sing them with me
(Yea, Yea)
She want higher love I call her Whitney
(Yea, Yea)
Ride round in corollas I be drifting
(Yea, Yea)

I ain't readin' no shit I ain't signing a deal
I'm with some goons that'll tie forty mill
I smoke the gas I ain't popping no pill
Ain't sweet like a swisher I love how it feel
Never fold my pride
Come and slide outside
Sparking these lights like it's Vegas
Run in your crib I'm going to leave it all vacant
I don't give fucks till we talking about payment
Nah they don't got sickle cell but I be testing more shots to the patient
She wanna fuck with me
Well come and fuck with me
I don't got time she ain't got any patience
That's a broke boy calling

I put the forgiatos on the rims when we get to sliding dog
Thats 4,500 the tee lets talk about fashion dog
I don't fuck with none of you rats dog
And ill say that shit with a passion dog
Im a real Prada zombie only pick up Motorolas fuck the cameras I been going outside today
I been pouring Hi-Tek in the back of the wraith I might O.D. I might just die today
I got your thot in the back of the back
She be bending her back
Give me time lil bae
I call that bitch homicide how I fuck it up 2 to the face need it right away
I don't got feelings my heart cold as ice
Posted up on the strip till the night and day
Im puffing exotic
It's all in my body
High like hydraulics I leave it for me

I ain't readin' no shit I ain't signing a deal
I'm with some goons that'll tie forty mill
I smoke the gas I ain't popping no pill
Ain't sweet like a swisher I love how it feel
Never fold my pride
Come and slide outside
Sparking these lights like it's Vegas
Run in your crib I'm going to leave it all vacant
I don't give fucks till we talking about payment
Nah they don't got sickle cell but I be testing more shots to the patient
She wanna fuck with me
Well come and fuck with me
I don't got time she ain't got any patience
That's a broke boy calling