letra de modelo - carat
modelo lyrics
verse:
i fucc hip hop!
i get my weed inside of jars & not ziplocks
i like fuccin’ other woman while my b-tch watch
i mix remy with glenmorangie & sip scotch
vegas made me its eastside until sh-t botch
pick a poison and drink on it ’til you rick rock
this the sh-t you ain’t used to homie its hip hop
shackled down in van sweatin’ dealin’ wit’ these cops
had my pockets ran thru & the guns were pointed on me
gettin’ jumped on the block, hoppin’ fences, wit all the homies..
playin’ scarface on the ps2 actin’ like im tony
take control of me or my game & i’ll play you like a sony
its all watеr, im drinkin’ it like dasani
25 & i ain’t pressed about twistin’ insidе armani
bring it back for my people and split it until they sign me
got me touching on my ribs, but im eating now i was scrawny
hook:
drinkin’ modelos, friendly fades, ridin’ by my lonely
my .9ine on me everyday aye!
i like em thick, i like em fat, i like em when they boney
ima pay em back in blood if its okay
i never asked for help but the doors opened for me
i got sh-t i gotta take wit’ me to the grave
devil tryna take care of my spirit, i ain’t gon’ let him near it
my guidance & god gon’ lead the way
verse:
2012 i decided to take it serious
started to engineer & my journey became mysterious
pedal onto the floor, i be driving faster & furious
smokin’ all on this george ’til my brain decide to get curious
punchin’ into the clock, i was counting down every period
people listen to me cause im speakin’ out of experience
drinkin’ away the trauma until im feelin’ delirious
thumbin’ all thru the money, y’all chosen’ to be oblivious
i feel the envy & jealousy thru the shade
had to get it out of the mud i was fearing i wouldn’t change
8 inside the clip & im hopin’ you ain’t range
all the sh-t inside of me building up & i feel the rage
took me years to get inside of the building, then it came
now im tryna fucc the world ’til they love me for my shame
changin’ up the image, my style be gettin’ strange
community gettin’ crazy im practicing’ on my aim
hook:
drinkin’ modelos, friendly fades, ridin’ by my lonely
my .9ine on me everyday aye!
i like em thick, i like em fat, i like em when they boney
ima pay em back in blood if its okay
i never asked for help but the doors opened for me
i got sh-t i gotta take wit’ me to the grave
devil tryna take care of my spirit.. i ain’t gon’ let him near it
my guidance & god gon’ lead the way
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