歌曲 | Death Parade |
歌手 | Roc Marciano |
专辑 | Reloaded (Deluxe Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Niggas know | |
I’m the fucking best, word up! | |
Can’t fuck with me, straight up! | |
You know we getting it, straight up! | |
I stay close to the | |
Baretta Folks that wave toast, know better | |
Gross cheddar, cut it up | |
Throw it in the shredder | |
Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors | |
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented | |
You hope to try to dip it like | |
Emmitt Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling | |
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon | |
Gun wielding, | |
I’m on the low, | |
I feel shielded | |
But that’s a false sense of fulfillment | |
Debts are paid in the death parade | |
Shots are exchanged from the | |
Escalade My late father’s name in the chest, engraved | |
A pound and three grams | |
With the necklace weighed | |
Man, a character | |
Get clapped up in your | |
Challenger | |
The glock 9’s black with the silencer | |
I’m a bachelor flip pies without the spatula | |
You died in the | |
Valentine massacre | |
Crime ambassador | |
My capturers channel my spirit | |
Through the shrine in | |
Africa I fly past like a time traveler | |
CHORUS It all boils down to that green mama | |
Niggas squeeze llamas | |
Just to seize dollars | |
D’s and Impalas, street scholars | |
Hopping out of | |
V’s with them clean | |
Prada’s Sip pina coladas | |
With a mean goddess | |
We eastsiders, jeans is knotted | |
Niggas don’t want it | |
Like the H | |
IV virus, word up! | |
Wounds and bandages, food and cannabis | |
Money management, advantages, damages | |
The Spanish fans break banisters | |
Gates, and parameters | |
They see us wearing chains and amulets | |
Handle this, evangelist condo in | |
Los Angeles | |
That kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp | |
Once away at my descent, my hair is rich | |
I forever swear to spit that | |
Blair Witch | |
Bare witness to rare shit | |
Stare Benzes like airships | |
You can’t get this pimping out a pamphlet | |
Millionaire hand print from a tan prince | |
The gear you wear get rinsed | |
Buy the tec wit the air vents | |
I caress the wood gear shift | |
You’re weak tomb won’t move me | |
Not a square inch | |
Spit your zucchini tear swift | |
Your CTS, tail spent | |
BBS rim well bend | |
Man of the cloth | |
That bullshit endless talk ran its course | |
Blam fours til you abandoned the fort | |
Got birds like | |
Le Coq Sport at the port | |
Salt water on the yacht floorboard | |
Popping wine cork | |
These are just a crime boss thoughts (CHORUS) | |
Yeah, yeah nigga! | |
East Coast shit! | |
Fuck with me! |
Niggas know | |
I' m the fucking best, word up! | |
Can' t fuck with me, straight up! | |
You know we getting it, straight up! | |
I stay close to the | |
Baretta Folks that wave toast, know better | |
Gross cheddar, cut it up | |
Throw it in the shredder | |
Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors | |
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented | |
You hope to try to dip it like | |
Emmitt Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling | |
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon | |
Gun wielding, | |
I' m on the low, | |
I feel shielded | |
But that' s a false sense of fulfillment | |
Debts are paid in the death parade | |
Shots are exchanged from the | |
Escalade My late father' s name in the chest, engraved | |
A pound and three grams | |
With the necklace weighed | |
Man, a character | |
Get clapped up in your | |
Challenger | |
The glock 9' s black with the silencer | |
I' m a bachelor flip pies without the spatula | |
You died in the | |
Valentine massacre | |
Crime ambassador | |
My capturers channel my spirit | |
Through the shrine in | |
Africa I fly past like a time traveler | |
CHORUS It all boils down to that green mama | |
Niggas squeeze llamas | |
Just to seize dollars | |
D' s and Impalas, street scholars | |
Hopping out of | |
V' s with them clean | |
Prada' s Sip pina coladas | |
With a mean goddess | |
We eastsiders, jeans is knotted | |
Niggas don' t want it | |
Like the H | |
IV virus, word up! | |
Wounds and bandages, food and cannabis | |
Money management, advantages, damages | |
The Spanish fans break banisters | |
Gates, and parameters | |
They see us wearing chains and amulets | |
Handle this, evangelist condo in | |
Los Angeles | |
That kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp | |
Once away at my descent, my hair is rich | |
I forever swear to spit that | |
Blair Witch | |
Bare witness to rare shit | |
Stare Benzes like airships | |
You can' t get this pimping out a pamphlet | |
Millionaire hand print from a tan prince | |
The gear you wear get rinsed | |
Buy the tec wit the air vents | |
I caress the wood gear shift | |
You' re weak tomb won' t move me | |
Not a square inch | |
Spit your zucchini tear swift | |
Your CTS, tail spent | |
BBS rim well bend | |
Man of the cloth | |
That bullshit endless talk ran its course | |
Blam fours til you abandoned the fort | |
Got birds like | |
Le Coq Sport at the port | |
Salt water on the yacht floorboard | |
Popping wine cork | |
These are just a crime boss thoughts CHORUS | |
Yeah, yeah nigga! | |
East Coast shit! | |
Fuck with me! |
Niggas know | |
I' m the fucking best, word up! | |
Can' t fuck with me, straight up! | |
You know we getting it, straight up! | |
I stay close to the | |
Baretta Folks that wave toast, know better | |
Gross cheddar, cut it up | |
Throw it in the shredder | |
Hoes sniff lines off of broken mirrors | |
I throw five at your smoke tinted, rented | |
You hope to try to dip it like | |
Emmitt Your image is translucent like a bent ceiling | |
I see you trying to blend in like a chameleon | |
Gun wielding, | |
I' m on the low, | |
I feel shielded | |
But that' s a false sense of fulfillment | |
Debts are paid in the death parade | |
Shots are exchanged from the | |
Escalade My late father' s name in the chest, engraved | |
A pound and three grams | |
With the necklace weighed | |
Man, a character | |
Get clapped up in your | |
Challenger | |
The glock 9' s black with the silencer | |
I' m a bachelor flip pies without the spatula | |
You died in the | |
Valentine massacre | |
Crime ambassador | |
My capturers channel my spirit | |
Through the shrine in | |
Africa I fly past like a time traveler | |
CHORUS It all boils down to that green mama | |
Niggas squeeze llamas | |
Just to seize dollars | |
D' s and Impalas, street scholars | |
Hopping out of | |
V' s with them clean | |
Prada' s Sip pina coladas | |
With a mean goddess | |
We eastsiders, jeans is knotted | |
Niggas don' t want it | |
Like the H | |
IV virus, word up! | |
Wounds and bandages, food and cannabis | |
Money management, advantages, damages | |
The Spanish fans break banisters | |
Gates, and parameters | |
They see us wearing chains and amulets | |
Handle this, evangelist condo in | |
Los Angeles | |
That kind of dough will hold your hand a pimp | |
Once away at my descent, my hair is rich | |
I forever swear to spit that | |
Blair Witch | |
Bare witness to rare shit | |
Stare Benzes like airships | |
You can' t get this pimping out a pamphlet | |
Millionaire hand print from a tan prince | |
The gear you wear get rinsed | |
Buy the tec wit the air vents | |
I caress the wood gear shift | |
You' re weak tomb won' t move me | |
Not a square inch | |
Spit your zucchini tear swift | |
Your CTS, tail spent | |
BBS rim well bend | |
Man of the cloth | |
That bullshit endless talk ran its course | |
Blam fours til you abandoned the fort | |
Got birds like | |
Le Coq Sport at the port | |
Salt water on the yacht floorboard | |
Popping wine cork | |
These are just a crime boss thoughts CHORUS | |
Yeah, yeah nigga! | |
East Coast shit! | |
Fuck with me! |