Paroles de la chanson ANOTHER ONE par LaRussell

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Paroles de la chanson ANOTHER ONE par LaRussell

[LaRussell]
Live Nation gave me M's to do my dougie on you hoes
Keep your comments to yourself, I made this for the bros
I start writin' once it drop, I ain't even let it load
You take Hit-Boy, you take Mali, you add me and you got gold
Really do this shit for real, boy, don't ask me what I sold
I'm like Wade to KP, they hit me to break the code
Every time I hear a beat I hit 7 on the dice
Wanna do a song with me? Why you playin' with your life?

Flow water but it's room temp, I ain't got no ice
Made a hunnit, proud to pay- I ain't even set no price
I wake up and live my life
Smoke my weed and make some hits
Sell out everywhere I go, could a give fuck about your list
Know the voice when you best
Close your eyes and take a guess
I be trying not to flex, but I shot this with my left
N stop fucking playin'
All this time been takin less'
Hit-Boy play a beat and i'ma eat ‘til nothin' left
Bitch, I grew up near the Crest, College Park to be exact
N* say they from where I'm from

We like “n, where you at?”
Hit LA for some days, I might come back with a plaque
Ain't gotta ask me I'm from, you hear the beat, The West is back!

[LaRussell]
Ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Ran-ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, uh!

Wow, we got another we got a we got a

[Big Hit]
We got another one, shipment comin' ‘cross in a hundred drums
Chuck a hundred bands
Like a hundred pounds of trash while they bouncin' ass
I'm smackin' in these lil n* face
Fuck a gram, I take an eighth to the face
I'm sittin' on mountains of the cake blowin' cake
Stakin' up my stakes, have you laid up in a lake
Got a chip on my shoulder, banana chips in my holster
Gone off Banana Kush, blowin' like a roadster
Look both ways 'fore you cross me Washington & Fair Oaks, I'm a dangerous cross street
Play with somethin' safe, don't play with your fate

Big Hit and LaRussell, outchea playin' with cake
I been playin' these pianos, real Black Sopranos
Pops is black Rambo, poppin' bands is mando

[LaRussell]
Ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Ran-ran up a M, I need another one
I do what I want, yeah, I'm my mother's son
Bitch, I'm really him, I ain't the other one
Hit-Boy made a blap, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, we got another one
Huh, uh!
Wow, we got another we got a we got a

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