e da god no free randy (feat. sonnie) şarkı sözleri

I dropped the top to the foreign My hands itching feel numb What's in my pocket ain't enough I gotta run it run it up My baby mama calling She say my kids need to eat So don't hit me bout no shows Unless you tryna pay the fee I got industry stylist calling Say they tryin to style me Say she want to style me I Be fuckin up designer Don't need no stylist to style me I Louied the scarf This chain hitting like Johnny Run up you a bag Go get you some money Checkin the Tag You aint getting no money We destined for greatness We keep it 100 I got industry models calling Album next im on the way All this salt water Go on dates But I aint finna kiss and tweet I got niggas from high school still hating When I upload you should see they faces They don't even like it Get to hating in comments Get to screen shot Get to counting the commas Yea I'm god son yea I came from my mama Take a flight to Cali Just to sit under palm trees Got it on lock so I feel like LeBron James Box it up then give me the tracking number Got runners we catching a pass Aint throwing no picks or we hoping on ass All my niggas hitters I don't mean to brag We go count it up send it back fast I dropped the top to the foreign My hands itching feel numb What's in my pocket ain't enough I gotta run it run it up My baby mama calling She say my kids need to eat So don't hit me bout no shows Unless you tryna pay the fee Yeah Pushing this voice just like a trumpet Had the trap super jumping yeah What that mean A lot of jumping A lot of trapping A lot of shopping Sold Os to the circle Just keeping it solid Just tracing over the O Like its OVO Told lil bro I ain't signing Less they offering the gang free bands Or it's over yo Exotic pimps got me driving exotic whips Had to run it up quick Kept it all too G Sold it all ain't nothing free If I show up You know they paid the fee And we too street We gone hold it down Yeah I dropped the top to the foreign My hands itching feel numb What's in my pocket ain't enough I gotta run it run it up My baby mama calling She say my kids need to eat So don't hit me bout no shows Unless you tryna pay the fee I dropped the top to the foreign My hands itching feel numb What's in my pocket ain't enough I gotta run it run it up My baby mama calling She say my kids need to eat So don't hit me bout no shows Unless you tryna pay the fee
Sanatçı: E Da God
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