Paper Route EMPIRE - Here We Go (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Paper Route EMPIRE - Here We Go (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
The first thing I did, I went
and got me a zip (Bitch)
The second thing I did, I
went and took me a trip
He owed me money, I said don't
ball, just shoot the shit
up off the rip (Bitch)
Shorty got the best massage, she
do it with her lips (Shit)
Sittin' in my office smokin' blunts
like I'm Bill Clinton
My side bitch start catchin'
feelings, I had to tell
her chill (Lewinsky)
She sick (Ugh), ill (Ill), murder
(Woah), kill (Kill)
All of my trap money go to my kids,
it's in my will (Let's go)
Lodi, dodi, dodi (Dodi), no, I
didn't go to college (Nah)
But I might wake up tomorrow,
go buy another 'Rari (Yeah)
My side bitch drivе a Mase' (Yeah)
She a prеtty girl and all she
wanna do is party (Yeah)
Super-bad bitch and she know
she an alcoholic (Hey)
Hold up, who that callin'? (Brrt)
Fuck that, back to ballin'
(Fuck that), lil' mama from
New Orleans (Creole)
Bury me in a Dolce & Gabbana
coffin (Gabbana)
We in competition on who can pour
the drank the rawest (Rawest)
Four hundred racks for a coupe,
didn't test drive it,
I just bought it (What?)
A nigga say they fuckin' with
the kid, shit, I doubt it
Crossed a bad bitch out for another
one, GPS re-routin'
Now she sittin' at home like a
bad-ass kid poutin' (Uh-huh)
Here we go, here we go,
here we go (Hey, hey)
Here we go, here we motherfuckin'
go (Bitch, bitch)
Free all my lil' niggas locked
down up in that celly
All my straps out 'cause all
my lil' niggas villains
Don't dodge no smoke, no questions
asked when steppers steppin'
Just like Little Caesars with
my gang, we Hot-N-Ready
Carbon 15, but it came
with the drum on it
Young niggas gone off the
Perc' goin' dumb on 'em
Just bought a Glock, that bitch
came with a switch on it
Sent my lil' nigga, I bet
he don't miss on it
I stack up that bread like some
motherfuckin' Pringles
I used to be robbin' and
starvin' and dealin'
I was just breakin' in
houses and stealin'
Now the boy ridin' on the
road to the riches
Look how I'm rappin', don't
get it confused
'Til I mask up and go pull me a move
I do my show on the stage
with the tools
Move and no question big
daddy gon' shoot
Big dawg in my hood, man,
they call me the truth
I'll make you famous, shit
out here look cool
My niggas sick, man,
I feel like the flu
Put a opp face on the
motherfuckin' news
Here we go, here we motherfuckin'
go (Bitch)
They ain't let us in, so we
kickin' down the back door
We ain't never stop for
the po-po (Nah)
Walk in the spot, you
see two hundred Ps
Yeah, my tribe goin' loco
Crazy, yeah, we trappin'
hard like the eighties
My young niggas strapped like the navy
I'm a go-getter, I don't
have no patience
I'm the type of nigga go get
it, what I'm waitin' on?
Yeah, went and got a plug and now
my money long (Money long)
These niggas can't fuck with
me, I'm in the zone (Zone)
These niggas can't fuck with me,
I keep my chrome (Chrome)
I keep me a foreign bitch,
bad to the bone (Bone)
Man, for real (Bitch), yeah, yeah
First I got a zip
Then I made a couple flips
and took a trip
All these icy bitches lovin'
how I drip (Icy, drip)
I keep switchin' foreign whips
with a big Glock on my hip
Extend the clip, get up out my
way, fuck how you feel (Yeah)
I'm in the fast lane road-runnin'
to the mils (To the Ms)
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