| 作词 : Miracle O | |
| 作曲 : Jean-Baptiste Makolo | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon’ be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don’t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me ***** | |
| She ‘ready know that she **** with a g | |
| If I want to ****, then she want the d | |
| I’m looking icy | |
| Wit’ crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad *****, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| ‘Lotta pro lean, you would think I’m a cheater | |
| All my cros gon’ make a scene | |
| Got freed up, they can’t hold me | |
| Drip to hard in them Louis V’s | |
| Fans go crazy, move like feens | |
| I love my fans, they made my dream | |
| It’s H-O-C, a shotta’ team | |
| We left the scene in two ‘Raris | |
| She Espanola like Cardi B | |
| And I got a VVS bussed down | |
| This weed got me high, I’m so flushed out | |
| She wilding out, I said hush now | |
| I’m on the bag, on the cash route | |
| All of my hittas’ don’t give a **** | |
| We hit’em up with them hunnid’ rounds | |
| And I put in grind and you say it’s luck | |
| If you a guy you would come around | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon’ be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don’t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me ***** | |
| She ‘ready know that she **** with a g | |
| If I want to ****, then she want the d | |
| I’m looking icy | |
| Wit’ crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad *****, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| ‘Lotta pro lean, you would think I’m a cheater | |
| I be high and I’m smoking that reefa | |
| And this pocket rocket doing FIFA | |
| I can’t go nowhere without a nina | |
| And she eat up that ***** like it’s pizza | |
| And the white really good like Sabrina | |
| She looking fine, I’ma take her to diner | |
| I’m in the trap, money good I’ma winner | |
| Remember them days momma knew me a sinner | |
| Ima get turnt when I’m off da’ liquor | |
| You don’t wanna get me pissed off | |
| Buckets always in the trap spot | |
| Told that silly ***** to kick rocks | |
| You don’t want to know how much the Benz cost | |
| You don’t want to know how much my friends lost | |
| For that simple reason I stay on cotch | |
| I got ‘lot of bangers need to unlock | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon’ be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don’t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me ***** | |
| She ‘ready know that she **** with a g | |
| If I want to ****, then she want the d | |
| I’m looking icy | |
| Wit’ crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad *****, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| Lotta pro lean, you would think I’m a cheater |
| zuo ci : Miracle O | |
| zuo qu : Jean-Baptiste Makolo | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon' be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don' t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me | |
| She ' ready know that she with a g | |
| If I want to, then she want the d | |
| I' m looking icy | |
| Wit' crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| ' Lotta pro lean, you would think I' m a cheater | |
| All my cros gon' make a scene | |
| Got freed up, they can' t hold me | |
| Drip to hard in them Louis V' s | |
| Fans go crazy, move like feens | |
| I love my fans, they made my dream | |
| It' s H-O-C, a shotta' team | |
| We left the scene in two ' Raris | |
| She Espanola like Cardi B | |
| And I got a VVS bussed down | |
| This weed got me high, I' m so flushed out | |
| She wilding out, I said hush now | |
| I' m on the bag, on the cash route | |
| All of my hittas' don' t give a | |
| We hit' em up with them hunnid' rounds | |
| And I put in grind and you say it' s luck | |
| If you a guy you would come around | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon' be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don' t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me | |
| She ' ready know that she with a g | |
| If I want to, then she want the d | |
| I' m looking icy | |
| Wit' crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| ' Lotta pro lean, you would think I' m a cheater | |
| I be high and I' m smoking that reefa | |
| And this pocket rocket doing FIFA | |
| I can' t go nowhere without a nina | |
| And she eat up that like it' s pizza | |
| And the white really good like Sabrina | |
| She looking fine, I' ma take her to diner | |
| I' m in the trap, money good I' ma winner | |
| Remember them days momma knew me a sinner | |
| Ima get turnt when I' m off da' liquor | |
| You don' t wanna get me pissed off | |
| Buckets always in the trap spot | |
| Told that silly to kick rocks | |
| You don' t want to know how much the Benz cost | |
| You don' t want to know how much my friends lost | |
| For that simple reason I stay on cotch | |
| I got ' lot of bangers need to unlock | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon' be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don' t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me | |
| She ' ready know that she with a g | |
| If I want to, then she want the d | |
| I' m looking icy | |
| Wit' crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| Lotta pro lean, you would think I' m a cheater |
| zuò cí : Miracle O | |
| zuò qǔ : Jean-Baptiste Makolo | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon' be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don' t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me | |
| She ' ready know that she with a g | |
| If I want to, then she want the d | |
| I' m looking icy | |
| Wit' crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| ' Lotta pro lean, you would think I' m a cheater | |
| All my cros gon' make a scene | |
| Got freed up, they can' t hold me | |
| Drip to hard in them Louis V' s | |
| Fans go crazy, move like feens | |
| I love my fans, they made my dream | |
| It' s H-O-C, a shotta' team | |
| We left the scene in two ' Raris | |
| She Espanola like Cardi B | |
| And I got a VVS bussed down | |
| This weed got me high, I' m so flushed out | |
| She wilding out, I said hush now | |
| I' m on the bag, on the cash route | |
| All of my hittas' don' t give a | |
| We hit' em up with them hunnid' rounds | |
| And I put in grind and you say it' s luck | |
| If you a guy you would come around | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon' be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don' t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me | |
| She ' ready know that she with a g | |
| If I want to, then she want the d | |
| I' m looking icy | |
| Wit' crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| ' Lotta pro lean, you would think I' m a cheater | |
| I be high and I' m smoking that reefa | |
| And this pocket rocket doing FIFA | |
| I can' t go nowhere without a nina | |
| And she eat up that like it' s pizza | |
| And the white really good like Sabrina | |
| She looking fine, I' ma take her to diner | |
| I' m in the trap, money good I' ma winner | |
| Remember them days momma knew me a sinner | |
| Ima get turnt when I' m off da' liquor | |
| You don' t wanna get me pissed off | |
| Buckets always in the trap spot | |
| Told that silly to kick rocks | |
| You don' t want to know how much the Benz cost | |
| You don' t want to know how much my friends lost | |
| For that simple reason I stay on cotch | |
| I got ' lot of bangers need to unlock | |
| Jmak on the beat | |
| This shit gon' be heat | |
| My shit be elite | |
| Like my jewelry | |
| The diamonds so fleek | |
| And sometimes it leak | |
| I gave her a treat | |
| Say bon appetite | |
| I want a Roley | |
| Don' t care bout a fee | |
| I gave her the love, and she gave me | |
| She ' ready know that she with a g | |
| If I want to, then she want the d | |
| I' m looking icy | |
| Wit' crodie ob | |
| We tee off the lean | |
| And we got a beam | |
| We up in a Beamer | |
| Got a bad, she stay getting finer | |
| And when she be tripping I go for Selena | |
| Got codeine, I pour up a litre | |
| Four ounces, in my two litre | |
| Lotta pro lean, you would think I' m a cheater |
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