Jack Harlow - SUVs (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Jack Harlow - SUVs (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
All my brags turn to facts, all
my hundreds turn to racks
All my ladies turn to snacks,
SUVs black on— (Black on)
SUVs black on black
I was fuckin' up, but now I'm back
on track, that's a fact, woo
Filet mignon, that's on Jack
I done turned a penthouse suite
into my natural habitat
I just got my taxes back, that
shit cut my cash in half
And it hurt (And it hurt), main
chick say I'm a flirt
Older women fall for me, I make
'em press that Life Alert
I just took a flight back to the A,
I'm ready to get right to work
Me, I keep the coolest head even
when they get hype at first
Lotta people back at home, they
tryna make it out the dirt
Don't stop pushin', used to catch
Z's on the couch cushions
Now I call the shots like I'm
John Wooden (John Wooden)
In the kitchen with my jewelry
in the pot cookin'
Walkin' through the mall, and they can't
stop lookin' (I ain't lyin')
I was fuckin' up, but now I'm
back on track, that's a fact
Yeah, yeah, I've seen
hitters turn to rats
We went from hemis to them 'Cats
Remember trailed me in my Track'
SUVs (SUVs), SUVs black on black
I see 'em talking' tough, can't wait
to slime 'em out, king slatt
Every car I get up in gotta have two
up on the dash (Skrrt, skrrt)
And every ho I want, every ho
I want get smashed (You know
that ho got smashed)
Tryna reach for somethin' around my
neck, get hit with the whole mag
(Don't get cut about this glass)
All these new VVs on me wet, you
can blame Wafi for this glass
(Wafi for this jewelry)
We stand against the opps forever,
ain't no puttin' shit in the past
(Puttin' shit in no past never)
If you was lookin' for and
couldn't find me, I was in
my bag (I was in my bag)
It's sixty rounds under my chop,
all my guns got extended mags
(Guns got extended mags)
Put no tags up on my Trackhawk 'cause
I plan on doin' the dash (Skrrt,
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
After I get away, re-wrap it all
black (Re-wrap it all black)
Think 'bout your folks before you
play, you gotta be smarter than that
(Just be smarter than that)
I'm tryna go back and rebuild the
hood where I was starvin' at
(Where I was starvin' at)
And that's a fact, you fuck with
Harlow, I send hollow bullets
just like a quarterback
I see 'em talking' tough, can't
wait to slime 'em out,
king slatt, blrrrd, blrrrd
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