letra de gotta blast - the talentless
[chorus: fch]
throwing up the 4s, really going brazy
brought my b-tch to gucci, while you take yo b-tch to macy’s
audemar be on my wrist, this cost me about 80
you following my orders, like you end up in the navy
ball on a b-tch like an okc thunder, i ain’t talking about kevin durant
f-cking this thot, then f-cking this groupie and then kick you out no jackie chan
getting my money and then stack it up, told my n-ggas that i gotta go with a plan
i’m on my own on a mission to get to the top so i can become the man
[verse 1: fch]
jotting down some notes while we end up the discussion
walk up in the building like we causing mass destruction
all my n-ggas called me so i pull up to the function
end a n-ggas lives dont give a d-mn like thеm russians
talking all that sh-t imma light you up like a lighter
nevеr giving up on my sh-t cause im a fighter
ended up taking yo girl just for one night uh
got yo b-tch yea she is a freak she is a biter
going stupid with this ak had me running fast
going over 90 yeah im tay-k gotta blast
winning all this money but this sh-t won’t ever last
gotta move on, gotta leave you in the past
[chorus: fch]
throwing up the 4s, really going brazy
brought my b-tch to gucci, while you take yo b-tch to macy’s
audemar be on my wrist, this cost me about 80
you following my orders, like you end up in the navy
ball on a b-tch like an okc thunder, i ain’t talking about kevin durant
f-cking this thot, then f-cking this groupie and then kick you out no jackie chan
getting my money and then stack it up, told my n-ggas that i gotta go with a plan
i’m on my own on a mission to get to the top so i can become the man
[verse 2: babytali]
brought my b-tch some gucci, while you still shopping at macys
all my n-ggas crazy, yeah they shoot sh-t like the navy (fa fa)
stop calling my phone b-tch, i am not yo f-cking baby (not yo f-cking baby)
and please don’t hit my sh-t if you not tryna pay me
walk up in the spot yeah my n-ggas pulling stacks out
f-ck a n-gga up yeah street‘ll pull them macs out (fa fa)
he don’t want no smoke he don’t wanna hear them mac sounds
my n-gga be cooking beats yea b-tch that’s how that mac sound
running out of time, yeah i’m running out of sp-ce (running out of sp-ce)
count my money up and i’m coming for your place (coming for your place)
gonna be famous, just know that one day (just know that one day)
(the talentless will be heard)
[chorus: fch]
throwing up the 4s, really going brazy
brought my b-tch to gucci, while you take yo b-tch to macy’s
audemar be on my wrist, this cost me about 80
you following my orders, like you end up in the navy
ball on a b-tch like an okc thunder, i ain’t talking about kevin durant
f-cking this thot, then f-cking this groupie and then kick you out no jackie chan
getting my money and then stack it up, told my n-ggas that i gotta go with a plan
i’m on my own on a mission to get to the top so i can become the man
letras aleatórias
- letra de ghostface - eshon burgundy
- letra de your loss - lil knockout, seventh
- letra de frightening - add-2
- letra de ama doren - mozzik
- letra de balladen om en gammal knarkare - ulf lundell
- letra de anders - fartman-g
- letra de west coast poplock - ronnie hudson and the street people
- letra de so much to go wrong - fireflake
- letra de interdit en radio - sexion d'assaut
- letra de bana bir şeyler söyle - jagged