Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SNOW... IN CALI, artist - Joey Trap.
Date of issue: 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 |