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