d'mil and geno corleone go head şarkı sözleri

Go head go head Wanna get you some money go head Wanna thumb threw them racks go head Wanna drip on a bitch go head Go head go head Wanna move all them p's go head Wanna trap out the v's go head Move that shit like some keys go head Go head go head Baby go shake that ass for some more bread I ain't judging just want you to get bread Shawty knew she the shit gotta big head Go head go head Wanna slide onda ops go head Pull n make that shit pop go head The clip got 50 shots go head Go head go head Federalist shit (ay) I told my nigga I don't check for ppl who ain't checking for me How bout you double yo money so when you go outta town you don't double yo tree It lock wit acetone Nigga I cut it all up I can double a key I took her outta the lineup no warning I told her no subbing me Wrote down names of the ppl who stunted on me I ain't spend racks on my jeans but they full on all pockets n they cut onda knee Look like I'm trapping you look at my knots how I like it don't fold underneath Can't make me fold man f*ck ones who told the prosecutor come wit a plea Had to deny it I told em I'll fight it I know that ya coming (ay) Work hard I wanting my issue Sentence it come wit a tissue now I'm counting these racks and they come wit a blister We kept our love a secret her Nigga around nw she claiming she sister I left my grandma upset to this day she telln me I'm stuck inda system Shordy can't dil wit my pickle Stunna told me it's a rich Nigga league dawg you get who want when you pick em We taken shots it's no photo it come wit potato u call it a filter Black keep on passing me shots of white lighting I'm prolly gone f*ck up my liver he like,.. Go head who knew... go fed Smash on... Rolex Niggas... told it Champagne... Moët F*ck it... pour it (ay) Youngmil... go head(ay) Nigga... go fed Spread the money it fill up the whole All this ice on my neck I can go sled Wasn't working for shit I was stuck inda trap I ain't really wanna listen to old heads Had the p's had pros had the cars of I get caught wit all of this shit ima go fed I ain't get caught wit shit and I went fed That shit crazy cuz they ain't knw about it Nigga they just went off wit a snitch said Love it up why we here when we catch that little Nigga you knw that that bitch dead Get money wit yo niggas ain't no outsiders Keep that shit confidential Yea they lit but you litter than em they gone hate Keep that shit on yo temple I just live by the motto grind or die collectives Yea that shit monumental I ain't their so I'm still onda grind All that shit ain't Coincidental Shawty digging my aura she digging my swag I ain't the one judging ya past I don't care how you getting ya bag shordy shaking ya ass gotta get to the cash I can't hold you up Go head These Louie's is new ain't a crease onda shoe Member it use to be prokeds Ain't ride for a Nigga can't hop in my v Bitch you better use both legs Go head go head go head go
Sanatçı: D'Mil and Geno Corleone
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 3:01
Toplam: kayıtlı şarkı sözü
D'Mil and Geno Corleone hakkında bilgi girilmemiş.

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