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Safone - Still Got It - Radio Edit şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Safone

albüm: Still Got It


How they got me on the case
Said they're searching for some evidence, didn't find a trace
Sitting in my cell and they hit me with another one
Didn't find no g-, but they're screaming that it's fake
If I hit you with that farmer's, that's expelliarmous
Dishing out them sargas, ready for the karmas
Man are frontline, I ain't avoiding any drama
Ca I'll make them things sing like bananas in pjamas
Wing living with my suplex
Twist and turning in my bed like a bomboc- rubix
Held my curtain up with toothpicks
And when I say dem man are fake, yeah that's you if the shoe fits
If you're a slappaz n-, prove it
Stop talking 'bout that mash that you've got but never use it
I'll have you chalked like a cue tip
And make scarcity posts, you getting kwenged on a news clip
This car ain't got no hammers in
Probation have to know every vehicle I travel in
One shot will have you staggering
Then I'm gonna have to give a degga degga gal a daggering
This uphill fight, I'm battling
It gets deep, I can still hear the snakes around me rattling
I told my nigga "beg you, pack it in"
He kept skimming off the top until the point I had to batter him
It's my dm where the baddaz are
Put away your padded bra, you good but I'm ain't taking you for cavier
From '07, I've been trapping hard
I was in the cart's yard shifting gear before I had a car
I'll make bucks 'til my time's up
I'll slide down as many snakes as the ladders that I climbed up
I just put my money in a make profit
So you can slow it down but can't stop it
How you think I still got it?
Thought I forgot how to rap
But I still got it
Known to be rolling in cash
And I still got it
Told myself I would stop selling packs
But I still got it
Went to jail for waving a wap
And I still got it
Had a mad crave for revenge
I still got it
The bimma cost more than the benz
I still got it
Took that chain off your neck
And I still got it
Man better pay me respect
I still got it
Fresh out of jail, it's bare hugs and kisses
Most man get high and f- their missus
Me, I've bin collecting up grub and digits
Money hid food into two and a midgets, aah
Let it burn we dont rebuild bridges
God's way of showing how weak that bridge is
Man are sharks in the sea, can't see no fishes
Did jail on my own, didn't need no visits
I'm like 2 years away, what the f- you been doing?
I've been chilling, I've been screwing
I've been thinking how my plans got ruined
And how I'm gonna execute the ones I've been brewing
Ain't been on the road but I still paid fees
Lucky I weren't lying when I said I make gees
Watching all these rappers buy millies and aps
When I'm still giving out pics like say cheese
You know me though, amma squeeze when it's that time
I'm upfront, I ain't sitting on no back line
I weren't recording when I'm talking 'bout the lab time
How you think the phone was blowing like a chatline?
Ended up in jail, single cell ca I'm high risk
Living luxury, I'm only smelling my sh-
Pure curries, I'm f- lucky that I like fish
And amma eat until this large tee's a nice fit
Hit a new wing I need to pattern up a barber
Holder got sucked with my techal and my charger
Chest grown but I need to go a little harder
Akhis tryna talk me into taking my shit harder
They say I'm here for the discarding of a lama
And I'm the one that causes all the drama in the gaza
Boi, it's kind of different when your hot
Living like this you've got to learn to play your cards a little smarter
I still got it
Thought I forgot how to rap
But I got it
Known to be rolling in cash
And I still got it
Told myself I'll stop selling packs
But I still got it
Went jail for waving a wap
And I still got it
Had a mad crave for revenge
I still got it
The bimma costed more than the benz
I still got it
I took that chain off your neck
And I still got it
Man better pay me respect
I still got it
How they got me on the case
Said their searching for some evidence, didn't find a trace
Sitting in my cell and they hit me with another one
Didn't find no g- but their screaming that it's fake
If I hit you with that farmer's, that's expelliarmous
Dishing out them sargas, ready for the karmas
Man are frontline, I ain't avoiding any dramas
Ca I'll make them things sing like bananas in pjamas

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