歌曲 | Picture Me |
歌手 | Cashis |
专辑 | The Art Of Dying |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yes Picture me nigga | |
Yea Right now | |
On some other shit | |
When you see me | |
I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain’t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I’m smoking what | |
I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I’m smoking what | |
I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
Anything on me but bitch it ain’t free | |
Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach | |
Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street | |
On my tell me bullshit, | |
I don’t stop for police (never) | |
A beast on street, cock hack to the east | |
From tonight til | |
I die, niggas ride, let it be 4-5 on the side of the | |
Jeep, got that | |
Bentley on my knee | |
Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat | |
They see Pac in the flesh, | |
I’m more than bitches wanna see | |
But I’m game, | |
God’s grace and now where finished, set me free | |
And these haters talkin shit like | |
I ain’t who they got to see | |
And I ain’t scared of catching body, who these niggas wannas be? | |
Now I’m beggin on my knees, askin | |
God don’t let it be | |
But I’m a | |
G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple | |
To the bullet’s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
Hennessey | |
I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
I fill your memory | |
I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain’t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I’m smoking what | |
I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I’m smoking what | |
I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
Getting money, bitch | |
I’m never stuck balling in the moment | |
I’m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome | |
And I ain’t looking for you niggas, top down – you don’t want it | |
Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling – | |
I don’t need no homies | |
I’m riding over phonies, oh my | |
God I get this money | |
And these problem niggas front me, jump hard | |
I keep it gunning | |
Your bitches say | |
I’m stunting and | |
I ain’t even starting stunting | |
And they ain’t see me, 50 | |
G blow on my | |
V like it was nothing | |
I’m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators | |
See I keep tracking all my stacks, | |
I keep it cracking like | |
I’m B I feel the haters wanna be like me, | |
I’m realer than | |
I say I be | |
Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it | |
No lames gonna hang with me, them gang niggas bang with me | |
The range about my change, know what | |
I plan so play no games with me | |
To the bullet’s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
Hennessey | |
I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
I fill your memory | |
I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain’t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I’m smoking what | |
I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I’m smoking what | |
I want, either it’s cool with you or not | |
It’s bottom line | |
Do what the fuck | |
I want to who the fuck | |
I want to nigga | |
Bogus! Yea, you see? | |
I’m getting money over here man | |
Now they get money over here mad | |
Don’t give a fuck about you homie | |
Scoo! |
Yes Picture me nigga | |
Yea Right now | |
On some other shit | |
When you see me | |
I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Anything on me but bitch it ain' t free | |
Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach | |
Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street | |
On my tell me bullshit, | |
I don' t stop for police never | |
A beast on street, cock hack to the east | |
From tonight til | |
I die, niggas ride, let it be 45 on the side of the | |
Jeep, got that | |
Bentley on my knee | |
Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat | |
They see Pac in the flesh, | |
I' m more than bitches wanna see | |
But I' m game, | |
God' s grace and now where finished, set me free | |
And these haters talkin shit like | |
I ain' t who they got to see | |
And I ain' t scared of catching body, who these niggas wannas be? | |
Now I' m beggin on my knees, askin | |
God don' t let it be | |
But I' m a | |
G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple | |
To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
Hennessey | |
I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
I fill your memory | |
I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Getting money, bitch | |
I' m never stuck balling in the moment | |
I' m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome | |
And I ain' t looking for you niggas, top down you don' t want it | |
Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling | |
I don' t need no homies | |
I' m riding over phonies, oh my | |
God I get this money | |
And these problem niggas front me, jump hard | |
I keep it gunning | |
Your bitches say | |
I' m stunting and | |
I ain' t even starting stunting | |
And they ain' t see me, 50 | |
G blow on my | |
V like it was nothing | |
I' m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators | |
See I keep tracking all my stacks, | |
I keep it cracking like | |
I' m B I feel the haters wanna be like me, | |
I' m realer than | |
I say I be | |
Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it | |
No lames gonna hang with me, them gang niggas bang with me | |
The range about my change, know what | |
I plan so play no games with me | |
To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
Hennessey | |
I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
I fill your memory | |
I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
It' s bottom line | |
Do what the fuck | |
I want to who the fuck | |
I want to nigga | |
Bogus! Yea, you see? | |
I' m getting money over here man | |
Now they get money over here mad | |
Don' t give a fuck about you homie | |
Scoo! |
Yes Picture me nigga | |
Yea Right now | |
On some other shit | |
When you see me | |
I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Anything on me but bitch it ain' t free | |
Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach | |
Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street | |
On my tell me bullshit, | |
I don' t stop for police never | |
A beast on street, cock hack to the east | |
From tonight til | |
I die, niggas ride, let it be 45 on the side of the | |
Jeep, got that | |
Bentley on my knee | |
Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat | |
They see Pac in the flesh, | |
I' m more than bitches wanna see | |
But I' m game, | |
God' s grace and now where finished, set me free | |
And these haters talkin shit like | |
I ain' t who they got to see | |
And I ain' t scared of catching body, who these niggas wannas be? | |
Now I' m beggin on my knees, askin | |
God don' t let it be | |
But I' m a | |
G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple | |
To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
Hennessey | |
I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
I fill your memory | |
I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Getting money, bitch | |
I' m never stuck balling in the moment | |
I' m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome | |
And I ain' t looking for you niggas, top down you don' t want it | |
Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling | |
I don' t need no homies | |
I' m riding over phonies, oh my | |
God I get this money | |
And these problem niggas front me, jump hard | |
I keep it gunning | |
Your bitches say | |
I' m stunting and | |
I ain' t even starting stunting | |
And they ain' t see me, 50 | |
G blow on my | |
V like it was nothing | |
I' m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators | |
See I keep tracking all my stacks, | |
I keep it cracking like | |
I' m B I feel the haters wanna be like me, | |
I' m realer than | |
I say I be | |
Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it | |
No lames gonna hang with me, them gang niggas bang with me | |
The range about my change, know what | |
I plan so play no games with me | |
To the bullet' s rhythm, the pistol triggers and | |
Hennessey | |
I bet they would remember me ballin, | |
I fill your memory | |
I' ve been drinkin out the bottle while | |
I' m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets, | |
I ain' t even lift a dollar | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
Got your bitches all around me, make me wanna pull the top | |
Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot | |
Haters tryina hold me down but | |
I be riding to the top | |
And I' m smoking what | |
I want, either it' s cool with you or not | |
It' s bottom line | |
Do what the fuck | |
I want to who the fuck | |
I want to nigga | |
Bogus! Yea, you see? | |
I' m getting money over here man | |
Now they get money over here mad | |
Don' t give a fuck about you homie | |
Scoo! |