- Last Night In LA (Konan Freestyle) 歌詞 Krept & Konan
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- Ima buy a Benz cause thats what ********s do, you understand me?
Ima smoke **** cause thats what ********s do
Ima pack a gat cause thats what ********s do
You understand?
Ima get drunk, cause thats what ********s do
Ive come a long way from flipping an ounce
Money hid in the couch
Got your chick in the house
With my ******** in her mouth
Ill bet youre listening now
Police sniffing around
Cause Im big in the north and Im big in the south
Bring my tour to your town, make you sit in the crowd
My pockets filled up with pounds
Just like my business account
Cause I grind like Im broke, flight to the show
Done about five in a row, mind on my dough
But I still slide in your hoe like I didnt know
You can get it right off the boat , right from my phone
Let me just type in a code, life on the road
Go ahead, try it if you want, I bet you wont
And Ive got a knife in my coat I hide on the low
Round here, its do or you die, die if you dont
And they talk like theyre here but theyre never in the bits
Weve got it locked from the 7 to the 6
I know I shouldnt be telling you this ********
I know youre friends but its better when you kiss
So ******** all the talk, get straight to the action
Party in the 6 and Im drunk in a mansion
Canadian girl said she loving my accent
I left with your girl but I came with the mandem
I go to shows from coast to coast
In Novikov, propose a toast
Im known to win, I go for gold
She home alone, she phone my phone
Im like her drug, she overdose
They know the ends, they know Im road
They know Im street, they know the code
My heads hot, my shoulders cold
I roll with Muj, smoke the doj
Big spliff, roll the roach
Slick Rick on the code
Tick tick, Roleys gold
DSTRKT, loads of hoes
Mixed with gold Patrón
Big ********, show me those
Quick **** ****, drove her home
Biscuits, Toblerone
Flip bricks? No, you dont
Big whips? No, youre broke
Click click, holy ghost
Switch kicks, throw my clothes
Calling my name, thats a real risk
Ive thought about it and Im still pissed
Cause I dont care if youre new or a legend
You saw what happened to Will Smith
Im the wrong one to start off
All theyve sold is a half oz
Now everybody thinks theyre Escobar
Looked at my DJ like nah, Cos
Theyre taking this ting too far, Cos
They want the throne but its ours, Cos
If they want, we can swing it out
Just know Ive got the ting parked off
Youre talking tough but you need to stop
You dont put in work , you need a job
Look, I aint even been on Breakfast Club
But they envy when they see the god, oh
Cant talk to me, talk to my PR
These **** ****s think that theyre cowboys
Till they end up in the ER
Summertime in my fur coat
7 sides on these dirt roads
We went fromhaving scraps to 9s
While my big bros went down the church roads
(Jesus Christ!) Went from a road yout to a rock star
Got bread, now I get Pop-Tarts
The ends is ******** and they blame us for it
So, you know what? I made a foundation to make up for it
(******** off!)
I know that ******** just went over your head as well, man
It always does, man
I dont wanna hear these ********s talking about bars anymore , man
Its ******** embarrassing, ******** draw-out
You know who runs this ********, man (come on, G !)
(Play) Look out for the boy Golden Boy Muj
(Dirty) Tally, I see you, my bro (come on, G!)
Play Dirty every time (thats all I think about )
Oi, Misch, lock that off, man, Im finished
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