Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lake 29 , by - D-Block Europe. Release date: 28.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lake 29 |
| Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake |
| Ask how I’m doing, man, I’m great |
| Nine ounces drying on a plate |
| Tap running like a race |
| Private plate the new R8 |
| Buy her Louis, fuck her face |
| Buy my niggas hammers, fly away |
| No fake models, no divas |
| One hundred, buy 'em for the nina |
| Rotate the mop, do a clean up |
| Clean up, yeah |
| Big cars with no finance |
| Half a million in Binance |
| All these watches, still can’t get the time back |
| Or my mind back |
| Fly that |
| I just made a nigga get slapped at |
| Hands free, right now I feel like Matilda |
| Broski, you gotta spoil her |
| If she a loyal one and a real one |
| I can see in your eyes you ain’t been through no pain |
| And that’s why you don’t know who you are |
| My shooter ask can he rob my rapper friends |
| But I just told him nah |
| She crying, crying, diamonds like the stars |
| Bought the coca soft, I whipped it, turned it hard |
| I like her nails, her hair, I like her arse |
| Pino whip a zeno in a pint glass |
| Home Alone 2, I started with nothing, it’s hard |
| The drillers ain’t taking no payments |
| 'Cause they bang them hammers out of love |
| Perform on camera like a star |
| Sold that crack from Katie’s, now look, I’m a star |
| Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake |
| Ask how I’m doing, man, I’m great |
| Nine ounces drying on a plate |
| Tap running like a race |
| Private plate the new R8 |
| Buy her Louis, fuck her face |
| Buy my niggas hammers, fly away |
| No fake models, no divas |
| One hundred, buy 'em for the nina |
| Rotate the mop, do a clean up |
| Clean up, yeah |
| Big cars with no finance |
| Half a million in Binance |
| All these watches, still can’t get the time back |
| Or my mind back |
| Fly that |
| I show my nigga the million (Yeah) |
| I make a prayer for his children (Yeah) |
| I took a pack to some feelings |
| Damn strong, I don’t feel them, yeah (Yeah) |
| Patek Philippe, I got chills (Chills) |
| I told my nigga to sell (Sell) |
| I told my lady I love her, we fuck with no rubber |
| There’s nobody else (Nobody else) |
| I cannot park up the Rolls truck (Rolls truck) |
| I’m leaving my truck in the valet |
| He smelling the Cali', he knows us |
| I’m young and I’m rich and I’m reckless |
| The olders can never control us |
| Ripped the z’s out the packet |
| I told my nigga to roll up |
| Fresh home, now he say |
| I love my nigga like yesterday (Ya dig) |
| That Richard Mille isn’t plain |
| I told my nigga he heavyweight (He lit) |
| The stash spot is a secret |
| You out the home, so don’t ever say it (Don't ever say it) |
| Ice in my lemonade, all this coke in the room, ain’t no ever change |
| Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake |
| Ask how I’m doing, man, I’m great |
| Nine ounces drying on a plate |
| Tap running like a race |
| Private plate the new R8 |
| Buy her Louis, fuck her face |
| Buy my niggas hammers, fly away |
| No fake models, no divas |
| One hundred, buy 'em for the nina |
| Rotate the mop, do a clean up |
| Clean up, yeah |
| Big cars with no finance |
| Half a million in Binance |
| All these watches, still can’t get the time back |
| Or my mind back |
| Fly that |