Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wells Fargo, artist - Dreamville. Album song Revenge Of The Dreamers III: Director's Cut, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dreamville, Interscope
Song language: English
Wells Fargo |
Your Grace |
Is that my flamethrower beside you? |
(Why it is) |
Please, sir, pass it this way |
Can you hand me that pistol over there? |
Please don’t get in my way |
My Lord, my Lord (Yes) |
Please hand me the bazooka (Why, thank you) |
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang |
No blood on the couch, please |
Please, no blood on the couch (Yes) |
Sir, you got blood on the couch |
Can you hand me that machine gun? |
Sir, damn you, yeah |
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo |
Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload |
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show |
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos |
Father God in heaven above |
I come to you as humbly as I know how |
Off hella the drugs and I’m out of my mind |
In the meantime, I’ma just smoke this loud |
Put this shit on my tongue and this shit’ll dissolve |
Get a shot of Hennessy just to wash it down |
All my white friends call me talkin' proper now |
I got the BET’s just so I’m hoppin' out (Yeah) |
He without sin cast the first stone |
Told my nigga with the gun he can run in your home |
One dome shot, niggas’ll never look at him wrong again |
Oh my God, oh my God, on this lick |
In the car twisted, come here, lil' bitch |
Suck on my dick, some of the fun under your sister |
Come, come, give me some, tongue, tongue, get it done |
Young fun, yum, yum, yum, I’m twisted |
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo |
(Whatever I said, I don’t know what I said, I don’t give a fuck, ah) |
Guns and broads, we need to get a whole carload |
(You gettin' this? You recording this?) |
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show |
(Are you getting this?) |
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos |
Yo, vulture just fall in the money |
It’s calling, I’m callin' forever and ever to you |
Taking the boxes of chocolate |
I’ll send 'em out, ship 'em out, get 'em delivered to you |
Baby, whatever, just come on, just hop in and get in the car and we go and get |
boof |
Stragglers is off and they fallin', whatever, just tell 'em to tell 'em better |
not make a move |
Hey, skrrt skrrt in a new thing |
Throw the cash and she gettin' Raekwon like the Wu-Tang |
I think I deserve me a Mulsanne |
Me, you, and two or three hoes should do the group thing |
Just don’t fuck up the sheets, the airbnb, and fuck off the lease |
Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind |
I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let’s go |
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells Fargo |
Got some broads, we need to get a whole carload |
With my dawgs, we pull up looking like a car show |
Smoke a blunt and then she get up off my narcos |
Nigga, it’s just how you count it |
It just depend on how you count it |