Roberto Clemente - Dot Demo

Roberto Clemente - Dot Demo

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  • Valoda: Angļu
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Roberto Clemente

Dot Demo

All I know is get it, got it, swerve

They will fade

I made some reservations

All I got is huevos in my word

Never break 'em

Daily demonstrations

Oh my god, them niggas got some nerve

Serve that bass

Roberto Clemente (hey)

All I made was just enough to splurge

See that paper

Get that nigga urge

My wrist rotation so amazing

I’m always outta dough

Fresh out the basement, black to basics

New propane out the stove

I keep these eyes wide 365

Can’t trust not a soul

I’m out my mind, round the globe

We stick around, we stay poor

For that dough like

Sun dance with the moon

Learn that from the stars

Get down with the groove like

Barely know who we are

No kings in the tomb

Just a gate, where the god at?

Crack-house for the fumes

Table full of raw

Watching bodies get exhumed like

Catch a cookie with a fork

Hit her with the Gemstar like

(Hey, hey, hey)

Stay highway wasted

Faded

Still placing go

I barely made it

Tried to test me

Aced this thing, Paid In Full

Ol' girl had told me I’m her favorite

Know that bitch hate me though

They think a nigga like me 'bout to blow

I come in smelling like trees, out the door

Straight for the dough like

Sun’s down, mean it’s time for hunting

You ain’t gon' die for nothing

I need to find me something

Heads up there’s a tide a coming

The waves too wild for it

I need to fly in something

Feel the vibe, take a ride, we buzzin'

Get a little bit of life

And once a nigga strive for something

But the homie 100 miles and gunning

Mashing through the terror like

All I know is get it, got it, swerve

They will fade

I made some reservations

All I got is huevos in my word

Never break 'em

Daily demonstrations

Oh my god, them niggas got some nerve

Serve that bass

Roberto Clemente (hey)

All I made was just enough to splurge

See that paper

Get that nigga urge

Twist that lingo, with that flying spur

You’s a faker, born on April 1st

Who gon' save you when that K occur

Ghetto save your blessings, lace the curb

Tony Draper, get that dirty paper

Might just save for later

Might just shave a bird

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