Paroles de la chanson Hennessy & Halos par Meechy Darko

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Paroles de la chanson Hennessy & Halos par Meechy Darko

50 copped Tyson crib, Ross copped Holyfield
I just hope when Mayweather go broke, I got the dough for his
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is
50 copped Tyson crib, Ross copped Holyfield
I just hope when Mayweather go broke, I got the dough for his
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is

Chrome heartless, black marble, twin revolvers
Dual exhausting, beautiful death, bury me inside a crystal coffin
Hand painted portraits and statues in the foyer of my fortress

Paranoid so I got extra locks on every single door here
My shooters are programmed and they always stay loaded
Fuck all my enemies, this is the genesis
Venomous, heartless, told y'all I'm limitless
The man in the mirror my only nemesis
This is what a villain is

I need Warhols, Dalís hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof, I'm swimming chilling
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain
I need Van Gogh's, tip-toeing on my marble floor like you got glass soles, statues and bankrolls (Hey!)
Since I've been winning, it's been hitting different

It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain

Demons with angel's faces
Backstabbers watch 'em shapeshift
You got serpents on your payroll
My life's Hennessy & halos
I get everything I pray for
Treat your top five like a cake walk
Yo blood on the cement outlined in grey chalk
All praise to the highest most if you ain't know
Walk through the chronic smoke, phenomenal
The sickness an antidote
Bitches love me better, with my shirt off like D'Angelo
Fronto rolled, unstoppable, lock and load, young and volatile if y'all don't know
I know niggas that main hobbies is catching bodies

Like a fire man in the inferno in a building lobby
Had to bury my father, our problems never resolved
Still remember our last convos on the phone
I said that I will kill him when I saw him
Who knew the next time I see him was in the coffin
The law of attraction, be careful what you talking
Three eyes open, hell hound barking
Bloody my heels, I'm running exhausted
Why do I lie on beats, when my allegory more gorey
Baby when you give me head, please make it more passionate for me
I'm flashy as an acid trip, just bask in the glory

I need Warhols, Dalís hanging off the ceiling
Basquiats, money knots, loaded Glocks for sinners
Guard dogs, snipers on the roof, I'm swimming chilling
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain
I need Van Gogh's, tip-toeing on my marble floor like you got glass soles, statues and bankrolls (Hey!)
Since I've been winning, it's been hitting different
It's like I'm livin' like some type of villain

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