Текст песни La Flame - Chief P

Trapping on glenwood nigga I'm getting paid
I don't fuck wit tris drop some wock in my lemonade

Floaters on scrapper for the hoes
When i campaign for my niggas dead an gone poor out all of the champagne

Southside niggas getting money fosho
I know sum balling ass niggas from the east and the north

I had to keep that heat on me used to sleep in the cold
They sleep on me know i think that they woke

80 Thousands for a rose dweller I'm just trying to bust one
I don't know better blowing up like a bubble jacket be chief like the honey badger

This little switch make it automatic stepping like a kappa turn your back
And need me back thats beyond backwards

Boom like john madden never fumble walking outa saks boy
Yo kit don't even hit what the fuck is that

I b done spent a nigga whip on a duffel bag he be talking
Like a hater we don't trust his ass

Give a fuck about a friend i got family i will clap steady saying free drop
Till they let them gates crack

Walls full of money i can't get me no sleep
If i ever nod off sell a brick in my dreams gonna need
Like three dollars for a zip of this lean four checks from yo job
What i spent on these jeans

Niggas better call off before mentioning me i was on hillman wit my niggas al marvin
And dee niggas stealing cars and shit but we was fucking wit feins
That little money shit you talking aint nothing too me

I from the bottom when i blow they aint gone want me to leave
And when i leave and come back they aint gone want me to breath
I took dem pros off a play and spent it all on a tee
I took a pro and made a play an might wrap me a jeep

On harwell road at the flame throw it all on a freak you going broke an you hating
I tell how you speak
We in here till the lights on they aint gone tell us to leave
Order up lamb chops and honey bar-b-que wings
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