Kishore Kumar Hits

G Milla - SITDW (Prod. Eva Shaw) şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: G Milla

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Renegade, purple rain and a Gatorade
Fuck what a hater say
He gon' die today
Nigga play the clip, fly straight
Nine lives, bitch, you down to eight
They got pounds of the cake
Bitch, I'm usually kinda caked
Rounds of the K
Bitch, I usually let it spray
100 pounds in a day
Bitch, my music moving weight
No pen and paper nigga
Let me demonstrate
Pull up like the flame, now that nigga insane
Chain gang, all my nigga's linked up
Rolling up weed on my resumé
Fuck what my inner voice say
Four hundred K, all foul play is fore play
Crack cocaine, gourmet
Shadows in the door way
Shadows in the door way
Hard stop like a red light
We get high when it's too low
Baby now hotter than my side bag
Blood ties like it's Baghdad
Chain gang, all my niggas linked up
We from the same gang, all my niggas synched up
We speak the same lang'
Guns like lingerie, I eat 'em out
Running with my dogs when the wolves out
Full moon, goons out
Blood ties in my blood line
Up early, ain't enough light
In the daytime, pull up is nighttime
When I pull up, bitch, it's my time
Pull up like the flame, now that nigga insane
Chain gang, all my nigga's linked up
Rolling up weed on my resumé
Fuck what my inner voice say
Four hundred K, all foul play is fore play
Crack cocaine, gourmet
Shadows in the door way
Shadows in the door way
Four, five, bitches on my line
Four, five, niggas in my ride
Four, five, sticking out my side
Colt 45, mixing wine
I got all these bitches on me, I ain't got no time
Got a pound on me, I ain't got a dime
Selling pounds homie, I ain't got a dime
Nigga snitching, yeah, I heard he dropped the dime
I want dollars, bitch, don't give me dimes

I got pounds of the cake
Bitch, I'm usually kinda caked
Rounds of the K
Bitch, I usually let it spray
100 pounds in a day
Bitch, my music moving weight
No pen and paper nigga
Let me demonstrate
Pull up like the flame, now that nigga insane
Chain gang, all my nigga's linked up
Rolling up weed on my resumé
Fuck what my inner voice say
Four hundred K, all foul play is fore play
Crack cocaine, gourmet
Shadows in the door way
Shadows in the door way
Suicide doors
Suicide doors
Suicide doors
Suicide doors

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