letra de first class - margiela mase
{intro: jaydre}
hey, ay ay ay hey
yuh yuh yuh yuh
ay ay ay ay
{hook: jaydre}
dont know what to do if yo b-tch real bad
if im countin the blues she gon let me hit that
i been up in the stu no i cannot relax
been makin the moves been runnin the trap
dont know what to do if yo b-tch real bad
if im countin the blues she gon let me hit that
i been up in the stu no i cannot relax
been makin the moves been runnin the trap
{verse 1: jaydre}
and they hate on the dude that been preachin the facts
codeine residue still on my jack
relax with the att-tude quit it real fast
hoes say they mad at you keep it at that
im high like the alt-tude im in first cl-ss
they hate when im smooth i go on attack
always on the move im ready to act
you is a fool dont know how to act
bro bring the tool know we comin real strapped
dont run no jewel to keep it a stack
ride in the uber suburban is black
you rap , they say they ain’t heard ah that
you wack, say they ain’t heard ah that
came on the track and then i murda that
came on the track and then i murda that yeah yeah (yah)
{hook: jaydre}
dont know what to do if yo b-tch real bad
if im countin the blues she gon let me hit that
i been up in the stu no i cannot relax
been makin the moves been runnin the trap
dont know what to do if yo b-tch real bad
if im countin the blues she gon let me hit that
i been up in the stu no i cannot relax
been makin the moves been runnin the trap
{verse 2: margiela mase}
f-ckin yo b-tch in moncler mink
shots out the window yoppa gon sing
true religion and the fendi my link
avianne my wrist look like a sink
needles and raf got these n-gg-s jealous
c breezy dancers all on my necklace
spinnin that n-gg- block in a benz
legally blind cartier lense
margiela and jaydre up next
5 bands stuffed in my louis vest
my choppa kickin like jackie chan
racks on racks stackin the bands
can’t move wit out sticks like i walk wit a limp
you say you dressin you look like the mannequin
rollin my opps i boof in the stu
run it up run it up my chicken blue
slide to his house took the top off my coupe
she givin me face blow it like flute
spanish jawn she callin cholo
took her to the crib told her no photos
slide in the benz he lackin he dolo
9 got a drum like beats solos
10 band jug no tropicana
dont roll down the windows we boofin the phantom
f-ckin yo b-tch shawty wet havana
fist cooler on my neck is a dancer
{hook: jaydre}
dont know what to do if yo b-tch real bad
if im countin the blues she gon let me hit that
i been up in the stu no i cannot relax
been makin the moves been runnin the trap
dont know what to do if yo b-tch real bad
if im countin the blues she gon let me hit that
i been up in the stu no i cannot relax
been makin the moves been runnin the trap
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