Paroles de la chanson Almost Gone par Fredo Bang
Chanson manquante pour "Fredo Bang" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Almost Gone"
Proposer une correction des paroles de "Almost Gone"
Paroles de la chanson Almost Gone par Fredo Bang
DJ Kale on the beat, catching sales on your street, nigga
[Blvd Quick]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
[Blvd Quick]
[Blvd Quick]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
[Blvd Quick]
Niggas grinded for cars, I grind for long nights
Fuck spending money on bitches, I save for grandson
Miss Avan say it take that dedication and patience
That boy said I'm a flop, told him keep waitin'
I'm in the kitchen right now puttin' a two on it
My shooter bendin' your block, puttin' that blues on it
I got that white girl steady doin' gymnastics
Holler baby boomerang, they comin' back, yeah
Them Percocets eat my body up on the daily, bae
I crush that Addy in lean to take the pain away
Assist the pack to my youngin, he make a fadeaway
Then we balling like Spalding, Penny Hardaway
[Blvd Quick]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work
Fuck spending money on bitches, I save for grandson
Miss Avan say it take that dedication and patience
That boy said I'm a flop, told him keep waitin'
I'm in the kitchen right now puttin' a two on it
My shooter bendin' your block, puttin' that blues on it
I got that white girl steady doin' gymnastics
Holler baby boomerang, they comin' back, yeah
Them Percocets eat my body up on the daily, bae
I crush that Addy in lean to take the pain away
Assist the pack to my youngin, he make a fadeaway
Then we balling like Spalding, Penny Hardaway
[Blvd Quick]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
[Fredo Bang]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work, yeah, yeah
Shake the dope, I'ma make it twerk, yeah, yeah
Fuck your bitch, catch a play and pop a Perc'
My pockets got them blue strips, Papa Smurf
I get that bag so the people on me daily
But I ain't trippin' 'cause my lawyer Ron Haley
I'm like a fiend, if I don't get it, I go crazy
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
[Fredo Bang]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work, yeah, yeah
Shake the dope, I'ma make it twerk, yeah, yeah
Fuck your bitch, catch a play and pop a Perc'
My pockets got them blue strips, Papa Smurf
I get that bag so the people on me daily
But I ain't trippin' 'cause my lawyer Ron Haley
I'm like a fiend, if I don't get it, I go crazy
The people knockin' on my door, hope they don't raid me
[Blvd Quick]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
[Blvd Quick]
I just put my fuckin' wrist to work
Got that blender on full speed
Lost my soul to these people's streets
Keep it cocked 'cause they envy me
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
More money, more money, more money, all I want
Them problems, them problems, them problems, almost gone
Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
