Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Passenger, artist - Azizi Gibson. Album song Memoirs of the Reaper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prehistoric
Song language: English
Passenger |
Oh yeah, haha |
Hit them niggas with the |
Ooouu, Ohhhh, Yeahhh |
Lil z was young and wild |
Ooouu but that lil nigga had style |
Fucked up someone had to sit me down |
No bullshit, who the fuck would love this child |
Yeahhh |
Now you know where I’m at now |
Penthouse fucking bitches with sick tats now |
With that ass too fat for me to ask out |
Cause I already got the damn answers |
Ooouu, it’s dedication |
The same way I got here, bitch it’s dedication |
You just mad that you not here cause you not patient |
This is Mr. give a fuck what you know |
Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes |
Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold |
Big body, make them girls say whoa |
Party late, do whatever you want |
Just make sure you don’t smoke all the skunk |
I get stressed if I don’t have me some |
Nigga fuck you, we get it done |
Young King Mez |
Momma wanted me educated (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
No degree, but I’m dedicated (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
It was that or be medicated (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Problems so heavy man some weighed a ton |
Boy, if you ain’t really run with the gun |
Nigga please don’t lie |
Cause I will pull your fucking card |
Some of my niggas really scarred |
But they here, so I praise the lord |
Man the system against us dog |
We got Glocks to even the odds |
And man most of these niggas frauds |
But they doing such a good job |
I guess they deserve applause |
I clap at all of them |
Would say more this the end of the verse though |
Everybody wanna be picaso |
Nigga you ain’t even done with the first coat |
When it’s all said and done, nigga, what did you work for |
They say you can’t take the money with you |
Maserati recently made a hearse though |
(So this is) |
This is Mr. give a fuck what you know |
Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes |
Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold |
Big body, make them girls say whoa |
Party late, do whatever you want |
Just make sure you don’t smoke all the skunk |
I get stressed if I don’t have me some |
Nigga fuck you we get it done |
Ohhhhhh, you just mad cause I waited |
Plotting plans, smoke my grams, contemplated |
Till she realize the man likes men |
And I’m so straight with the pen |
I swooped in and penetrated |
Now I ain’t been fooled I’m flying high |
See, I got my rent in my pockets right |
Now, lil nigga tell me what that profits like |
When you done switched to luscious lobster luncheons |
From my pocket now |
They acting like some jerks saying I don’t really do this |
Had to pull up like Dirk, with the rollie and the cuban |
With reuben white diamonds wrap them tightly around my dental |
Mr. give a fuck what you know with hoes all in the rental |
(This is) |
This is Mr. give a fuck what you know |
Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes |
Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold |
Big body, make them girls say whoa |
Party late, do whatever you want |
Just make sure you don’t smoke all the skunk |
I get stressed if I don’t have me some |
Nigga fuck you we get it done |