Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gelato, artist - Young Dolph. Album song Gelato, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Gelato |
I got gelato in the air |
I got money everywhere |
This bitch blowing up my cell' |
Broke her heart and I don’t care |
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear |
Bells of kush that’s all I sell |
I fuck bitches by the pearl |
They say he ain’t playing fair |
That boy that be fresh as hell |
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none' but stare |
I got gelato in the air |
I got pistols everywhere |
They say God don’t like hate |
I might send that boy to hell |
Smoking on some shit that you can’t get inside my 'rari |
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and retarded |
Sitting at the house and that just turned into a party |
Got some bitches and some molly want a beef and I don’t squash it |
Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now |
he sick, ya dig |
In the club standing on top of shit and smoking gelato |
Pouring up activist giving bitches gold bottles |
Got a lot of scales, a lot of work |
Lot of chains on, no shirt |
I’ve been counting too much paper it got my hands hurt |
I’m in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains |
I got gelato in the air |
I got money everywhere |
This bitch blowing up my cell' |
Broke her heart and I don’t care |
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear |
Bells of kush that’s all I sell |
I fuck bitches by the pearl |
They say he ain’t playing fair |
That boy that be fresh as hell |
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none' but stare |
I got gelato in the air |
I got pistols everywhere |
They say God don’t like hate |
I might send that boy to hell |
I just left the bank, I do what you can’t |
I just drunk a paint, you should be ashamed |
Your bitch gave me brain, in eternally |
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope they’ve got a good aim |
I got on six chains, three big diamond rings |
Trap nigga with a hundred mill later I’ll still be the same |
All I do is smoke weed, I’m covered up with double G’s |
The same room sold a hundred P’s and had a threesome at the double G |
I got gelato in the air |
I got money everywhere |
This bitch blowing up my cell' |
Broke her heart and I don’t care |
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear |
Bells of kush that’s all I sell |
I fuck bitches by the pearl |
They say he ain’t playing fair |
That boy that be fresh as hell |
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn’t do none' but stare |
I got gelato in the air |
I got pistols everywhere |
They say God don’t like hate |
I might send that boy to hell |