Lindo - Joey Fatts, Vince Staples

Lindo - Joey Fatts, Vince Staples

Альбом
Chipper Jones Vol. 2
Год
2013
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
168150

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Lindo

Joey Fatts, Vince Staples

More money, more problems

More killings, more robbing’s

Find us northern, never loitered the corners, we cop dodged it

Never focused on the image, my niggas just sought profit

Never chose to play a victim, so niggas just caught bodies

If he gotta go, he gotta go, product of the path he chose

Understand I’ve been a businessman who’s made for packing O’s

Playing in that traffic, smoke?

Never I know better

I seen what they was spending, I ain’t wanna be that nigga

I just wanna be the nigga they paying, never the nigga they playing

Cause niggas know me well

Hit me for the sales on sedation, I got it on the scale, willing and waiting

Just come prepared with the payment, and you will be feeling amazing

See I’ve been worried 'bout them commas, and never 'bout the karma

So sell it to the daughter’s, we sell it to the mama’s

Shit, you know the medicine not exempt from relative’s

Relative to what you think, I’m really out here selling shit

Bigger guns and better clips, apologize to the most high

For my recklessness, brain been gone, need a Range on chrome

And a twelve gauge sawed off

Look me in my eyes, and tell me what you see

A product of these streets, that’s moving product, slanging pea’s

I got a couple G’s that’s down to do bid for me

If you ain’t home they put a hole up in your kids skullie’s

Dirty like rugby when we ride around the town

Hoping that we catch him slipping, chopper’s lay his ass down

Paying my mama rent, hoping that I make her proud

Cause she knowing when she leaving a nigga trapping out her house

Got birds in the couch, I gotta get this paper

And if they running their mouth, forty get their ass a taper

Send him to his maker, Do his mom’s a favor

And End the life that she never gave him, that semi spray him

And now I’m laying low, dro’ing with a couple hoes

Just bought a forty-four so tell me what I gotta tussle fo?

It’s like I’m Frank Lucas to these Russell Crowe’s

I got the dope and everybody know

I got the pills if you down to roll

I got the dro if you tryna smoke

Hit my phone, fo' sho' I got the cheapest quotes

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