Текст песни Jeff Hamilton (feat. Jim Jones) - Vado feat. Jim Jones

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Slime
Harlem
Yo I'm at the label with tax out
Like I don't give a fuck make sure am the next out
I come from all the street cool dudes like the best out
No need to say names if I could shout all the rest out
Nah
Too many real to be left out
Fendi 3 buttons just the collar is Fd out
Just copped the town house grill on the deck out
Gave the community security when you checked out
Y'all tryna compete
I'm just tryna complete
Tryna feed plenty there's too many trying to eat
Pouring out henny everyday and night of the week
So many die in the streets
A nigga cry in his sleep
Everything rose gold
Call it the rose boat
Fronting in the colony, colored in Rose Rose
Yeah your boy need a hundred mill, D rose Gold
Tell the waitress wait a minute, follow bring more rose
Yeah I'm the man again
Got them panicking
They wearing shit of the maniqeen
3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton
Laker level on whatever song we damaging
Your boy going ham again
Yeah I'm the man again
Got them panicking
They wearing shit of the maniqeen
3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton
Laker level on whatever song we damaging
Your boy going ham again
Niggas is pressing me
Franklin in snow fall i wouldn't give em the recipe
Got it going thru customs like its no intercepting Me
All these rappers my sons bout to have a vsept in me
Shit
Like i don't need no accepting me
Only approval needed is a car out the registry
Niggas money is funny can't pay they bills billing me
Me and that blue cheese go together like salary
Watchu telling me?
Cos it's definely
Sounding more like a cliche
Since valor suits, Siniche
Keep a bad Mami in mama suchi on me like I'm Enrique
Broadway love me like Philippe
Ball on em
Nobody I call a friend if I can't call on em
That paid in full money fall on em
8 full doors on em
Pushing that ROC, that John wall on em
Plus that good D can't score on em
Vado
Yeah I'm the man again
Got them panicking
They wearing shit of the maniqeen
3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton
Laker level on whatever song we damaging
Your boy going ham again
Yeah I'm the man again
Got them panicking
They wearing shit of the maniqeen
3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton
Laker level on whatever song we damaging
Your boy going ham again
They know my body I keep guns on my body by my lever
Cold hearted niga in the winter I hardly shiver
We don't do the locks cos the cards they get delivered
Then we race em up to westside highway right by the river
We, stay drippy hop out on them Jeff Hermes
Killer did the all paid jet that was the grammys
Niggas started looking like bitches, I call em trannies
Used to pack guns all in my hall, right by the trenches
Oh
I parked massaraties up on Afs
Sometimes I look at the sky I can see laddy in the Rafe
They say
Couples like gotti and the H
And boy he never lacked, you know he got it on his waist line
Still fuck bitches with my chains on
Frozen water got me wet like a rainstorm
Corner store for backwoods I left the range on
Pop champagne until the pains gone
Yeah I'm the man again
Got them panicking
They wearing shit of the maniqeen
3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton
Laker level on whatever song we damaging
Your boy going ham again
Yeah I'm the man again
Got them panicking
They wearing shit of the maniqeen
3 piece suit and 3 Ps Jeff Hamilton
Laker level on whatever song we damaging
Your boy going ham again
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