Текст песни Forty5 (feat. Parris Chariz & Tommy Royale) - GAWVI

Hit it!
Blurry, blur', ah-ah-ah
Blurry, blur', ah-ah-ah-ah

Got me out here lookin' blurry
Got me with the deals and the dollars
I'm about to fight all the drama
Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey
Got me out here lookin' blurry
Got me with the deals and the dollars
I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah
Brodie execute homie

Got me out feelin' tied up
Comin' out my soul with the drama
Aiming for the ring like the Finals
See 'em try to ball with the balance
I cannot believe this came in now, they don't know what's up
I've been up 'til six A.M. on the Breakfast Club
Power on that 105, we ain't worry
Yeah, on early thirties
I've been waitin' in the sideline, took the ball read
I've been callin' on Jesus, I need mercy
I need a piece of mind for this crazy time
Lately, I've been on Jeremiah 29
I've been feelin' like Jordan
Zoom, zoom, and I'm feelin' so exhausted, yeah, yeah
Switch up, I'm in and out, this around
Facilitating on the fly

Got me out here lookin' blurry
Got me with the deals and the dollars
I'm about to fight all the drama
Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey
Got me out here lookin' blurry
Got me with the deals and the dollars
I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah
Brodie execute homie

Yeah, all these L's gon' make me strap up
I gotta walk can't do no backups
The P for Pharoh you get wrapped up
I'm not your man I'm a master
Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off
Couldn't get to P now she pissed off
Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off
I took the beat and it's a kickoff
I just do me, I can't do scripts dawg
I whip up workin' 'til my wrist log
Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist dawg
Ain't got a ring so they don't miss y'all
The game cold, six in the morning it rain, snow
I'm flame throwin',
They cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin'
I am not lion, the mane glowin', they know it's real
I cannot ball with a lame growin', we know the field
Came from the lowest land, we know the kill
But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay
Ayy, it's 45, ain't need a deal
Yeah, big rings my God is real
Oh Lord (Tommy)

A mí me dicen N-45
Cuídate que te brinco como un .47 (Prr-ra)
Chamaco ¿Dices que tú ere' calle?
Pero no lo invente', si no tienes marbete
¿Quién tiene más flow que yo?
¿Quién dice "No"? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (Eh-eh)
Quién tiene el piquete y el ambian?
Un angelito, pero no se le olvidó el flow (Prrr-ra)
Así que síguele, sigue no pares
Sigue sucio en el Lamper (Yeah)
Escondi'os están tirando, yo le' digo "Los Campers" (Uh-wuh)
Yo le dije que soy bravo, ella me dice Alexander (Yah)
Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance
Flaco en Miami como el Peter "La Anguila" (Uh-wuh)
¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en fila
Tanta' bendicione', estoy peleando la mía
Sepa que to' me vino de la nada y está matando la liga

Got me out here lookin' blurry
Got me with the deals and the dollars
I'm about to fight all the drama
Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey
Got me out here lookin' blurry
Got me with the deals and the dollars
I'm on 45 'til my papa, yeah
Brodie execute homie

Tommy con GAWVI
El Chariz
Una preguntota ¿Ustede' se creen perfecto'?
Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la
Primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá?, jaja
Somo' "Lo' Heathens", jajajaja