Kishore Kumar Hits

Lil Darkie - MONEY POWER FAME şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Lil Darkie

albüm: MONEY POWER FAME


We're all adrenaline cattle for the global elite

Yeah

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Responsibility to work for the army
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (money), yeah (money), yeah (money)
Yeah (money), power (money), power (money), power (money)
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slave to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Money (yeah, huh), money (yeah, huh), money (yeah, huh), money (yeah, huh)
Money (yeah, power), money (yeah, power), money (yeah, power), money (yeah, power)
Sell your soul, give them everything you own (everything you own)
Keep your eyes on your TV and your phone (and your phone)
Poison in the water, everybody knows (everybody knows)
Go to work and sell your motherfuckin' soul (fuck your soul)
No more ice when the temperature turn the fuck up (turn the fuck up)
Everyone lies, everybody tryna turn the fuck up
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slave to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Get to the racks, get to the stacks, motherfucker
No other way to get paid, dumb motherfucker
Fuck what you think, what you drink, scum motherfucker
Slave to the way that we think, numb motherfucker, ugh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah)
Money (yeah), money (yeah), money (yeah), money (power)
Money (power), money (power), money (power), money (power)
Money (power)
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, uh
You all want the same thing, let my nuts hangs, dangle and swang (yean)
Pinky ring size of a plane, uh
Spider Gang, Lil Darkie on that shit that make yo' mama faint, uh
In the whip (skrrt), fuckin' up the paint, uh
Fake people actin' real, but I know that you ain't, uh
I know that you fake, uh, I can see the signs (yeah)
Sell your souls and both your eyes so that you go blind
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
Money, power, fame, money, power, fame, money, power
F-Fuck you
Buy Reguel flowers and buy visual guns
The army
The army, the army, the army, the army

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