madrid. 1992 şarkı sözleri
Sound like my niggahs
Can burn a L to this shit right here
What up Kj
Uh
I Played this beat
While I was driving in my focus
Having thoughts of a lotus
Tired looking at Roaches
Wanna take trips on Coaches
Exotic trips in the oceans
Living life in slow motion
Mama rubbing dat Lotion
Love my unc my og
He keep his shit real Low key
Smoking them hella doobies
Foreva will be my homie
Love my niggahs 4 life doe
Ima music maestro
Sped it up i go hydro
In the Booth i go Psycho
Crashed that shit with no Geico
Hell no this ain’t no Typo
Suck it up like Lypo
Right hand up on the Bible
My music will reCycle
Yea i know im ya Idol
Can’t see me boy u Micro
Listening to me up on Tidal
Beginning not no Final
Giving this all I got
Want foreign whips
With ah drop top
Turning heads
When I pull in lots
Middle fingers to the ops
Eyez on me like I’m Pac
Ima star around my block
And I ain’t neva sold them rocks
But
And see you taking pics
Go head girl that’s ur angle
Sent from heaven
Yea I swear you ah angel
I can tell
I don’t need to see ya halo
Now turn around
Let me see who it’s made fo'
PG kid 301
Next to 202
Thoughts of being global
Stunting hard with the crew
Counting up niggah all the loot
Niggah I want all the jewels
Niggah I done paid my dues
I’m coming hard rappers move

