Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1956 Chevy Belair, Internal Perspective: Door Locked Slowly with Key, artist - Sound Ideas. Album song 1956 Chevy Belair Sound Effects, in the genre Звуки природы и шум города
Date of issue: 06.11.2014
Record label: Hot Ideas
Song language: English
1956 Chevy Belair, Internal Perspective: Door Locked Slowly with Key |
all these bands on me so these bitches they gone choose |
That gucci belt aint shit if you dont deal with gucci shoes |
Niggas swear they loyal probably wishin you would lose |
count money in the kitchen wit my niggas watchin cartoons |
roley on my wrist and it remind me of the moon |
thinkin how i want a mansion wit them big ass rooms |
white buzz black tents lookin like racoons |
nightmares are going broke and then im down real soon |
but fuck it im a boss all my niggas locked down |
most of yall niggas bitches me and tida knocked down |
whole band on me im just shopping for some shoes |
most of my niggas dead or they picture on the news |
in the party with them goons savage niggas with tattoos |
party wit the goons savage niggas wit tattoos. |
pops always told me when you make it to the top |
never forget being broke chillin on the block |
flowing downtown on my way to the sweap |
pockets full of gwoup and my team bout to eat |
bout to hit a team bar wit the team and make it rain |
all white friends bitches calling me cocaine |
gotta watch yo hoe and even watch yo main mains |
cause nigga theyll change and its a dirty ass game |
gotta watch yo bro and even watch your main main cause nigga theyll change |
and its a dirty ass game |
walked in the club and i just came to do my thang |
bitches cover up they weave cause im bought to make it rain |
niggas want a billy jean and my rescinated change |
aint have to spit game i just fucked her off my name |
all my fuckin life i wanna be just like my pops |
baggin those 6's rockin them white ass rocks |
couldve sworn i chose those pregnants all these fat ass thots |
blue shoes red bottoms they look just like cops |
blowin all this loud i cant hear shit |
i smell money when im mer rich |
say you love me i dont care bitch |
cause you lie i dont wanna hear it |
back in my zone clutchin the chrome |
groupies callin my phone |
grabbin on my fendi belt |
bitch leave me alone |