Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maison Margiela, artist - Dj Esco. Album song No Sleep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: moe, Supreme
Song language: English
Maison Margiela |
.. yeah we’re changing he weather |
They say with the top I got my. |
A cool. |
when you see us together |
I’m still spinnin if the time is forever |
DJ spin f*ck nigga |
Hook: |
1500 for some Masion Margielas |
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella, |
You started making million now they think you worship the devil, |
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother |
So use to struggle when you come from the gutta, |
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta, |
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil, |
25 thousand on some Masion Margielas! |
We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing |
The weather, sleep with the chopper, I got on all my bezzils, |
A cool billion when you see us together, |
I’m still spending, it’s designer forever, I went to Mexico. |
And fucked up some change, |
that shit ain’t nothing to me, I fucked up the game, |
They got my finger prints it’s no one to blame, |
my family depend on me, I’m slanging cocaine, |
I called the plug and I went straight to the pot, |
I did a dounut when I left out the lot, |
I’m in Margielas that ain’t I rock, |
I’m blowing money, I ain’t never gone stop |
Hook: |
1500 for some Masion Margielas |
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella, |
You started making million now they think you worship the devil, |
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother |
So you to struggle when you come from the gutta, |
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta, |
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil, |
I’m clean, fresh as hell, |
put em all together I’m Larry byrd, Kobe, MJ, |
I’ma ball forever and the way a nigga hustle, |
It’s like I got a vendetta, it’s so many shooters in my circle, |
They ready to get cream, I gotta let fly off, |
Got that baking soda, you use to let it fly off and go |
And shoot up a house, I burn the tores off the whip, |
I’m at the gate letting it snart, with all these diamonds on my wrist |
And I am swagging them out it, |
Ain’t enough amount of money to make me change whe I’m from, |
I take a half a fucking pound and turn it right in my lungs, |
I’m moving on and nothing but Louie Vuiton, sippin that main train. |
Like it’s Don Pierre awn, Future |
Hook: |
1500 for some Masion Margielas |
FreeBand Gang, we the new rocs-fella, |
You started making million now they think you worship the devil, |
We keep it pimpin give a bitch to my brother |
So use to struggle when you come from the gutta, |
I love to shine cuz these stones of rosetta, |
You keep it quiet and they think you the devil, |
25 thousand on some Masion Margielas! |
We go to magic and we go to magic and we changing |