balmain tana johnny kage şarkı sözleri

Dark shades like Jonny Kage every summer a hunnid k Every week I hit the bay I love trappin out of state Interstate road running I'm scammin in a fo runner Got them bowls loads coming Finesse and jugg the whole summer Want fentanyl my bro comin When I set you up that hoe comin We step on shit like homecoming In the trap I keep that door pumpin Zaza smoke up in my lungs again Pop me another perky ten I'm tryna F*ck your sister, best friend and next to kin Wockesha in my sprite pour up four for the night I catch a opp then it's in site I leave em sleeping at the light We don't play 'round We just spray rounds In the night time or the day now Got a A up on my K now In the dirt that's where you lay now Put two G's on your head now you playing for the Packers I like to count my money backwards I get my cheese from the crackers I got like fifty in this Glock stocked In case I'm in my drop top You kno I got the block hot Back door of the trap locked I was running thru the Valley selling salad to the rabbits But I stayed on that action Getting money became a habit Then I busted it out the plastic And threw a ten while I'm in Magic Better catch me off in traffic and on the gang ion do no lacking Dark shades like Johnny kage Every summer a hunnid k Every week I hit the Bay I love trappin out of state Interstate road runnin Im scammin in a four runner I got them bowls loads coming Finesse and jugg the whole summer Want fentanyl my bro coming When I set you up that hoe coming We step on shit like home coming In the trap I keep that dope pumpin Zaza smoke up in my lungs again Pop me another perky ten Im tryna f*ck your sister,best friend and your next to kin Im balling like the playoff So I gotta keep a A-R Rep that fo I'm not Bratt Farve Swing that nine like it's top golf Hit his head pop his top off Plenty work we can not lay-off I swear I do this shit for Madoff The Feds keep me on they radar I be scammin there be trappin This paperwork is acrobatic Getting money is automatic Intervene gon be a tragic I got that sand man sand man Sixty for a gram man Bitches popping pussy and they doing it on a hand stand I finesse the whole Bity with nobody rolling with me I DID BITCH I finesse the whole Bity with nobody rolling with me I DID BITCH Dark shades like Johnny Kage Every summer a hunnid k Every week I hit the Bay I love trappin out of state Interstate road running Im scammin in a four runner Got them bowls loads coming Finesse and jugg the whole summer Want fentanyl my bro coming When I set you up that hoe coming We step on shit like home coming In the trap I keep that dope pumpin Zaza smoke up in my lungs again Pop me another perky ten Im tryna f*ck your sister, best friend and next to kin Wockesha in my Sprite pour up fo just for the night
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