Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SNOW... IN CALI , by - Joey Trap. Release date: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SNOW... IN CALI |
| Don’t talk to police, we don’t want no drama |
| Separate police from We, I love commas |
| Bitch I’m from where they pick death for designer |
| Shot him right out of his yves Saint Laurent but |
| He was just chilling at home young recliner |
| Watch me laugh to the bank it’s hilarious |
| Put the world on my back watch me carry this |
| Fuck my new asian bitch she Aquarius |
| Put the racks in the ground bitch I burried it |
| Rest in piece Benjamin bitch I’m very rich |
| 3 niggas 6 guns this scary shit |
| Matter fact audi red like the cherry’s is |
| When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma |
| Don’t talk to police, we don’t want no drama |
| Separate police from We, I love commas |
| Niggas be hating I don’t give a fuck tho |
| I seen ya hoe but I heard she a slut tho |
| Woah |
| When I walk out the bank I be counting my cash |
| You see a young nigga just know I be splashing |
| My diamonds water same color my aston |
| Yo yo |
| I’m smoking purp with them pumps in my mansion |
| I’m off a perc so I hope I don’t crash it |
| Ok |
| Not talking cash nigga no way |
| I don’t wan talk if it’s not bouta cash |
| You swear you want problems go worry bouta bag |
| This Dior from Paris might fly out to France |
| You play too much pussy go play with them bands |
| The world almost over so start armada |
| It’s raining in Cali of course I wore Prada |
| Feds try to catch me I ain’t saying nada, zip |
| If shit get crazy I shout out my shotta |
| Yo |
| Yo |
| I just skirt off the lot in a new bently truck with the tints fuck you thought |
| I threw rims on em |
| I be worried bout my bag not a bitch if you think ima slip I got chops with the |
| things on em |
| My clip banana go ape |
| All my shooters some killers with bape |
| We just set up his block put the tape on it |
| She fuck with the team just to taste on us |
| When I was 18 got my first check from rap gave it right to my momma |
| Don’t talk to police, we don’t want no drama |
| Separate police from We, I love commas |
| Bitch I’m from where they pick death for designer |
| Shot him right out of his yves Saint Laurent bruh |
| When I was 18 told my momma we’ll never be hungry again |
| We ain’t been hungry since then |
| It’s snowing in Cali now |
| I brought the snow out to Cali now |