- Dave East ICANN OT 歌詞
- Dave East
- Gangster
Gangster
5 bands fresh up out the cage,
No cut walkin out the court
Fuck the judge, we got shit you could snort
I heard you take back everything that you bought
If you was not sellin shit, we wouldve fought
Yeah I got felonies, yeah I was sellin tree
Black told me whip that shit up with a fork
This money comin, what the fuck is you tellin me?
Now Im just shoppin out Beverly Hills
I got pills, tell me what is you sellin me?
I know you make up with jealousy
Im just chillin where felons be
Im lightin cookies and celery
Only wit niggas I know going to hell with me
Burn in that fire for all we done done
Only keep medical all in my blunt
I got some pills and yall could get one
I got some hoes, if I call they gon come
We up in the mansion, we all from the slums
I had a dream I was talkin to Pun
I told him I just had a talk with his son
I told him his father was part of the sum
My man just called me, he got caught with a gun
Pray to God, aint no bodies on it
Tried to sell it, aint nobody want it
See a corner, aint nobody on it
I can make it mine by the mornin
Tres, nickels, dimes, and them quarters
Gotta check the line for informants
You aint even signed, you recordin
Talkin to the swine since they caught him
When they said that time you was talkin
Better off residin in a coffin
I just cannot see me callin you bitches no more
I got money to make (I cannot see it)
I was just trappin before I was rappin,
My lawyer was workin my case (Facts)
I can not trust all them watches you coppin,
That chains you got on that look fake (Bang bang)
I had a talk with your wife in the club
And she told me she just want a taste (Ahh!)
I just cannot see me callin you bitches no more
I got money to make (I cant see it)
I was just trappin before I was rappin,
My lawyer was workin my case (Trappin)
I can not trust all them watches you coppin,
That chains you got on that look fake (Cant trust it)
I had a talk with your wife in the club
And she told me she just want a taste (Ahh!)
Listen, I been drinkin Rose so long,
So this year Ill do nothin but Ace (Ace)
When BIG died, Harlem World dropped,
I swear I listen to nothin but Ma$e (Murder)
They talk behind my back all the time
But never say nothin up to my face (Never)
I jump out the Wraith with the homie
These diamonds they jump out the face of the Rollie
She textin my phone like she naked and horny
And I aint got time, got a plane in the mornin
Im high off some shit, I dont know what they call it
They gave me a number but Im never callin it
And we make a movie anywhere that we walkin
Anyway we livin the shit you just talkin it
Better pay attention who you been talkin with
I told LV I wont stop til we all get rich
Hoppin in something Im good with my marketin
You aint got it, you aint got it, no bargainin
Block the number, guarantee she gon call again
Heads always turn around when we walkin in
Money comin, I could ball like a tournament
I aint got it, if you need it, Ill order it
This designer shit, I wasnt affordin it
Public housing, where them cameras recordin shit
I dont give a fuck as long as my daughter rich
Catch you in the store, have the whole corner lit
Early morning in the lobby we loiterin
I think AI was a Hoya then
Thats back when I couldnt afford the rent
Life is a bitch, so enjoy it then
Look at my neck you wonder where that water went
Money to get and I swear I want all of it
I just cannot see me callin you bitches no more
I got money to make (I can not see it)
I was just trappin before I was rappin,
My lawyer was workin my case (facts)
I can not trust all them watches you coppin,
That chain you got on that look fake (bang, bang)
I had a talk with your wife in the club
And she told me she just want a taste
I just cannot see me callin you bitches no more
I got money to make
I was just trappin before I was rappin,
My lawyer was workin my case ( trappin)
I can not trust all them watches you coppin,
That chain you got on that look fake (I cant trust it)
I had a talk with your wife in the club
And she told me she just want a taste
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