Paroles de la chanson 5 Milli par Icewear Vezzo

Chanson manquante pour "Icewear Vezzo" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "5 Milli"

Paroles de la chanson 5 Milli par Icewear Vezzo

(Da Realest)
Turn the beat up a little bit
That's right
Yeah

Hop up out the ride with that big bitch and get to trippin'
Police push up on me on, had to blitz it out the window
Get a nigga dropped, (fa, fa)
We whacked the witness
Forgiatos match the blicky, threw my Bentley right on 6s
Did a turn around and bust my Rollie, get new jewelry
My nigga caught a case, they snatched the bond he missed his hearing
The feds been in the hood for like 2 weeks, shit gettin' serious
.40 cal I keep it near me, pop that pussy nigga cherry
Ain't no in between, you either solid or you're fakin'
Hunnid on my necklace, I have stones to match the bracelet
Jump out 75, right off the road, fuck her today shit
Ain't got time to hug and kiss, gon' suck my dick hoe I'm impatient

I'm a lean sippin' nigga, Amiri's on my son
Motivate the trenches, turn a sinner to a nun
Fetti take a tooka, get a brick for 21
Hit the crib, we threw the guns
Stuffed the blender by the tub

You hang around with niggas catching cases, hit the stand
Like how you look yourself up in the mirror as a man?
My OG told me, "Youngin' stack it up and keep a plan"
Don't let em' infiltrate you, hater and a rat go hand in hand
Keep that glizzy on me tight, skizzy for the white
Half these niggas pussy with a dick, so you a dyke
I got Diors every color, bitch we ain't doin' mic's
Hunnid thousand on that nigga, killed my baby it's on sight (Yeah)
Fuck them other niggas, we be in them trenches
I put 24s on my new wraith, it needs suspensions (Yeah)
Fifty thousand dollars on a pendant, this bitch glistenin'
Up the F&N right on the lot, just hit your engine

How a nigga never gave you shit, feel like you owe 'em
Got so many snakes up in my lawn, I need to mow it
How the fuck a bitch just slimed you out and fucked your homies
Gave your name up to the feds, better watch out these bitches bogus

I'm a pill-poppin' animal, Kill Tech toter
30 in my glizzy, hit your brain leave your shit open
Calculate my steps and all my moves, yeah I've been focused
Made 5 million off this music, fuck these rappers we ain't social

Bitch
(Da Realest)

Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)

Sélection des chansons du moment