letra de unknown - dj topgun
[intro: freshie]
dj topgun, man, drop that sh-t, man
drop that sh-t
b-b-bankroll got it
[chorus: 10kdunkin]
balenci’ my feet, these some big–ss shoes
racks in my pocket and they got the blues
i’m counting this sh-t, it ain’t sh-t i still do
walk out with that fire, could clear out the room
in this big body, i got legroom
i know that all these hoes gon’ choose
two cups in my hand so i’m seeing two
i’m high as a b-tch, i don’t know what to do
i know it’s the plug so i pick up the phone
i’m geeked the f-ck out, i’m here but i’m gone
i’m high like the roof on a four-story home
i can’t pick this life ’cause i know who i know
[verse 1: reddo]
she ain’t tryna bust so she gotta phone home (she what?)
presidential rollie came in two-tone
chief on zaza out the ‘wood, ain’t smoking on strong
sipping on wockhardt out the bottle got me gone
all my dead friends rock vlone
count your blessings ‘fore they gone
he fell off tryna get put on (what?)
it’s up, it’s stuck behind that glock
you’ll get extras on your top
glock gon’ pop just like some rocks
came a long way from that block
[chorus: 10kdunkin]
balenci’ my feet, these some big–ss shoes
racks in my pocket and they got the blues
i’m counting this sh-t, it ain’t sh-t i still do
walk out with that fire, could clear out the room
in this big body, i got legroom
i know that all these hoes gon’ choose
two cups in my hand so i’m seeing two
i’m high as a b-tch, i don’t know what to do
i know it’s the plug so i pick up the phone
i’m geeked the f-ck out, i’m here but i’m gone
i’m high like the roof on a four-story home
i can’t pick this life ’cause i know who i know
[verse 2: freshie]
(yeah, dirty)
hundreds on hundreds like, “how do he pocket that?” (yeah, dirty)
i’m in the trap in the back where the choppers at (yeah)
.223 bullets like, “f-ck it, i c-ck it back” (dirty)
pistols like pimples, you know that we popping that
this b-tch a freak on my d-ck, she on top of that (dirty boy)
balenci’ and prada like, “where is he shopping at?” (dirty boy)
chop off the roof, i don’t know where the top is at (dirty)
i got a weapon on me, i’ma ride with that (dirty)
dead faces on me, look like i’ma die with that (dirty)
too many hundreds, i cannot deposit that (dirty)
too much designer, like, where is your closet at? (dirty boy, yeah)
yeah (buh, buh)
walk in the front but i need me a backend (dirty)
number (n)ine jeans, you get hit with a mac-10 (dirty)
not talking moving but i keep a pack in (dirty boy)
i don’t need sh-t but this money and a microphone (dirty boy)
double my cup, n-gga, i need a styrofoam (dirty)
them coppers, they see me, they turning the siren on (dirty, yeah)
f-ck it (dirty)
[chorus: 10kdunkin]
balenci’ my feet, these some big–ss shoes
racks in my pocket and they got the blues
i’m counting this sh-t, it ain’t sh-t i still do
walk out with that fire, could clear out the room
in this big body, i got legroom
i know that all these hoes gon’ choose
two cups in my hand so i’m seeing two
i’m high as a b-tch, i don’t know what to do
i know it’s the plug so i pick up the phone
i’m geeked the f-ck out, i’m here but i’m gone
i’m high like the roof on a four-story home
i can’t pick this life ’cause i know who i know
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