Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off-White, artist - Global Dan. Album song Global Warming, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Global Dan
Song language: English
Off-White |
| Yeah, ayy |
| Sauce! |
| I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White |
| I can’t even fuck with her, she don’t act right |
| Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right |
| Now I’m countin' money, throw it in the bag like |
| Yeah I see that brand new Benz from a distance |
| I don’t know you, we not friends, keep your distance |
| I don’t really fuck with them, they be trippin' |
| Keep a .38 inside my Scottie Pippens |
| Drinkin' that lean like it’s coffee, ooh (syrup) |
| I feel like nothin' can stop me, ooh |
| All these thotties they be sloppy |
| Wanna run up on me, hit 'em like Rocky, damn |
| Now I’m feelin' like Chris, ayy |
| Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, ayy |
| Diamonds dancin' like Rihanna |
| Coolin' with Chapo, I’ll see you mañana |
| Trapping inside the cabana |
| Tony Montana, flippin' that work for the Prada |
| I just want all of the money, fuck up some commas |
| I got no time for no drama |
| Coolin' with Mongo, we makin' a movie, your mama |
| Prolly somewhere in Bahamas |
| I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White |
| I can’t even fuck with her, she don’t act right |
| Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right |
| Now I’m countin' money, throw it in the bag like |
| They don’t wanna see me shine 'cause my light bright |
| Wake up in the mornin' high like a damn kite |
| If we beef, no politickin', holmes, it’s on sight |
| I just wanna fuck you baby, why you wanna fight? |
| I just copped a P, bands 'bout to take flight |
| See me with the hands, I’m posted up all night |
| Comin' live from the 5, 12 years strong |
| Honeycomb perc, bottom of my big bong |
| You don’t wanna play chicken, I got big balls |
| Ten toes down, big boss, stand tall |
| I’ve been cookin' so hard, sauce on the wall |
| I’m makin' hits, that’s your bitch 'bout to risk it all |
| What’s the move? |
| Hit me up, I stay on call |
| In shinin' shoes, dressin' up like I’m 'bout to ball |
| Makin' plays, silky smooth, John fucking Wall |
| They so fake and I’m so true, I’m tryna tell y’all |
| Get it how you live it, make sure you just don’t fall |
| It’s all about the digits, get it then I make a call |
| I just wanna be rich and buy the fuckin' mall |
| I got tunnel vision like I’m walkin' in a hall |
| I just pulled up in LA, wearin' Off White |
| I can’t even fuck with her, she don’t act right |
| Call my old jawn 'cause she throw that back right |
| Now I’m countin' money, throw it in the bag like |