SAINt JHN - 4 The Gangsters текст песни

Текст песни 4 The Gangsters - SAINt JHN




Money don't hide from the gangsters
Money don't hide from the gangsters
Luck it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
Let's raise a glass to the gangsters
Benzeys gon' crash for the gangsters
Went from the trap to the mansions
Don't come too close I get anxious
Gon' clap for the gangsters
Hermes is Gap for the gangsters
She spun the pole like an angel
I fell in love with a dancer
She held my gun its romantic
This life ain't no second chances
Cutting off parts of the cancers
We need a plaque for the gangsters
Let's slip and slide for a goal like me ok
I've been running through the streets like this all day
In a four wheeler crazy baby
Two wheels I ride it
Money don't hide from the gangsters
Money don't hide from the gangsters
Luck it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
Festival Season!
Woah Woah
The got a margarita flavor I'm drunk
I popped the Rari out in Chattanooga where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My said the ops wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash
The money in his bag
She never had a big she on my lap
I throw some money in the air please do not count
That's light bail money for a rich house
Look I'm racist I like a White for some head
I'm racist I need a Black for some ass
I'm racist I need a Asian for the math
I'm racist cause I don't see no color when you bad
Abrasive cuz Imma send them there to crash
The plaintiff but how you bout to talk through the mask
Complacent you lazy and running up a tab
You brazy this Rari just some old shit that I had
You basic but maybe I'll buy your a bag
I'm spiteful I'm bout to a friend and make him mad
I'm spiteful I might just his then shake his hand
I'm craving the same twin sisters that I had
Woah woah
The got a margarita flavor I'm drunk
I popped the Rari out in Chattanooga where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My said the ops wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash
The money in his bag
She never had a big she on my lap
I throw some money in the air please do not count
That's light bail money for a rich house
When this drops
You forget everything you knew before it



Авторы: Carlos St. John Phillips


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